…. I'm sorry but I don't what happened…. But I love you all…. SO FREAKING MUCH!

But I'm finally back, but since I need to slowly get back in the settle, please don't hate me for this tiny omake.

xxx xx xxx xx xxx xx xxx xx xxx xx xxx

OMAKE

The cold wind of the tundra crept into the dark cavern of the mountainside, chilling the pale skin of the body that laid there. Dressed in a trench coat as white as the snow outside, and with bright golden locks this man could be described as an angel. With pale, white wings protruding out of his back, the testimony would almost seem solid. However behind those golden eyes, is a deep dark and twisted soul.

Krad, his eyes closed slept slouched, pushed up against the freezing wall of the cave. But the freezing temperature of the Russian tundra seemed to have no effect of the sleeping angel.

All stays silent until a pile of snow falls from outside, and with a flash the eyes are open revealing displeased golden gems. Cracking his neck, the male stands, a fierce frown gracing his features. For months, he had been held up here, slowly recovering from his last encounter with that bastard Dark and his little whelp of a tamer. But now, now he was ready, ready for the revenge he rightfully deserved.

Releasing a bone-chilling laugh, he stalks towards the white entrance of the cave, and into the bright light of day.

Nothing would stand in his way, and only after his revenge was complete, could he finally go on.