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Chapter 21 To Begin Again

Carlisle followed Aro back to the library in silence as the meaning of this new responsibility settled on him. He was still uncomfortable about Aro's suggestion that Rolle bind himself. Venom bonds were not undertaken lightly. It affected a vampire deeply and in ways that were not fully understood. The most significant was the sire bond, creating a compulsion to protect and care for the one you brought into immortality. The more disturbing version of this was to artificially create that bond in a vampire by making him ingest large amounts of venom from another vampire.

"Aro?" Carlisle asked hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"I feel uncomfortable with this. We already know Rolle has very little free will. How can I help him learn control if he's subjugated like this?" They rounded the corner into the hall toward the library.

"You're not worried about your safety?" Aro asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

"I'm more concerned what this will mean to him... and you," he added.

Aro stopped. "Me?"

"You can't deny that insisting that Rolle bond himself to me would send a very strong message to the Guard. It could be construed that you approve what happened here, and that you are not bothered by the events in spite of Caius' accusations toward me." Carlisle carefully ventured, "It could even be perceived as... conspired."

His voice was soft and he hoped that he looked embarrassed enough about giving voice to this concern, but he couldn't bring himself to look for Aro's expression to check. It was enough that he could see Aro had stiffened in his peripheral vision.

After a long pause, Aro turned and continued their walk back to the library. They walked in silence for most of the journey. Aro knew Carlisle was right. Caius was convinced of a Cullen conspiracy and even convinced a few others that he was right about them. When Rolle entered their midst like a ticking time bomb, after arriving straight from Carlisle's home, he knew he had to be careful about who the Guard felt Rolle was aligned to. When they were closer, Aro finally broke the silence.

"You have a gift for strategy, Carlisle," he said quietly, an edge still in his voice, "and a orthogonal way of thinking about a problem. You've essentially argued me out of having any kind of constraint on the boy when I only suggested the bonding as a way to protect you."

Carlisle stopped at the library door with his fingers resting on the handle. "I appreciate that, Aro. I truly do. And I'm happier than I can tell you that you still value our friendship as much as I do. I just want Rolle to have the opportunity to prove himself without any more influences to dictate his actions. Asking him to bind himself to me won't make my job any easier in helping him to find control."

Aro tilted his head to the side, regarding his friend and sighed softly with a nod. "Very well."

Carlisle couldn't fight the smile that turned up the corners of his mouth, but he did his best to keep it small. With a nod of thanks, he pushed open the door and found Esme's relieved and happy eyes on him in an instant. He returned it automatically, until he heard Rolle's voice from his right.

"What's a bond?"

~•~

"Rolle will be coming back with Carlisle," Alice said quietly, her eyes distant and unfocused. "He's going to join our family."

"What?" Rose shouted, outraged.

She had only just hung up the phone after Esme's call to assure them that they were all right. Alice's refusal to talk about her visions lately had put Rose on edge. She had let her frustration find expression through being particularly difficult and short with Alice, Jasper and Emmett, snapping at them for pacing, snapping at them for sitting still, snapping at them for being too quiet. It was bad enough that her family was split in half, and it was worse that Carlisle was taking them into danger for a man who attacked them, no matter the reasons.

Whenever she thought of the image of Emmett, unconscious and maimed, her non-existent tears burned like fire. Immortal or not, she did not want to have the people she loved in the presence of an unstable personality with frightening powers. She didn't care how nice it sang or how pretty it looked. They could paint Rolle Tiffany-Blue and put him in a diamond-studded banana hammock and she still wouldn't want him anywhere near Emmett or anyone else in her family.

"You're not serious," she snarled. "Tell me you're not serious and that the future is still changing."

Alice shook her head. "It's settled. Aro has asked Carlisle to help Rolle learn to control his gifts, in exchange for letting him live."

"Let him die!" Rose cried and her anger made Jasper wince. "I don't want him near any of us after what he did. Carlisle can't possibly agree to this without talking to all of us."

Alice sighed, trying to be understanding with her sister. "Maybe I didn't word that right. Aro doesn't ask anything he doesn't already know the answer to. It wasn't really up for discussion."

"I don't want him here. Period." Rose crossed her arms and straightened her back.

"I do," Emmett said quietly.

Rosalie whirled on him, her eyes flashing. "How can you, of all people, say that?"

Emmett wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, strengthening his grip on her when she remained inflexible. "Cuz I get it." His voice was soft as he stared into her bright and angry eyes. "I get why he did what he did, Rose. I can't be mad at him for it. Actually, I'm impressed he had the balls to do that for us."

"He did it for Edward," Rose said sharply.

"No, baby, he did it for all of us. He did it to keep the Volturi away from all of us. As far as I'm concerned, he did it to keep you safe for me too." Emmett increased the pressure in his arms as he made his point, and Rose let her arms uncross, running her hands over his upper arms.

He shook his head and smiled weakly. "I don't have any illusions of being anyone of consequence to the Volturi. As far as they're concerned I'm just talentless muscle. I'm nothing to them... but I'm something to you. You know they'd kill all of us to get Alice and Edward to join them. As far as Rolle's concerned... anyone who cares that much for my family who is willing to rip my arm off in order to save all of you, I'll call him brother anytime. I'd happily pay that price and more."

Rose choked out a sound that was half sob and half laughter, sliding her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.

Muffled against her husband's chest, she said, "I'm still going to give him hell for it."

Emmett pressed his face into her thick golden hair, smiling. "You wouldn't be my Rose if you didn't."

~•~

Carlisle had an uncomfortable feeling that he supposed most human parents felt when their child comes home and asks the inevitable questions of life, like What's an orgasm?

As predicted, Edward's face was tight with suppressed opinions of what they all obviously heard of the conversation in the hall. Edward grew even more tense, learning more about Carlisle's earlier conversation with Aro and Aro's desire to force the bond on Rolle to himself.

"How can it protect you from me?" Rolle pressed again.

When no one spoke, Aro waited a moment to see if Carlisle would answer the boy, and ignored Edward's glower as he made up his mind to answer Rolle.

"When a vampire makes another, there is a kind of bond formed between them that compels the maker to teach the younger: how to feed, how to hide, how to control their powers. The venom bond also drives the elder to protect his progeny." Aro ignored Rolle's subtle flinch at learning this, knowing the cause of it. "The feeling can be akin to possession or ownership. In most cases, this creates a sense of fondness and responsibility for the young, but it is sometimes subverted into a more cruel context, giving the maker a sense of inexcusable privilege to do what they will with the newborn."

Rolle knew too well which category he fell into.

Aro did not let him dwell on this and kept speaking since this was not the more relevant component to their discussion now. He moved further into the library and took a seat, making himself comfortable. "When we mate, it is not uncommon to bite and exchange venom with your partner, further strengthening our connection with our spouse. These are very natural events that no one ever questioned until it was discovered that the venom bond could have a much darker and nefarious use.

"When one vampire forces another to ingest large amounts of his venom, a similar bond is formed, compelling the second vampire to subjugate his own will to the first: going to great lengths to protect them, and following orders without question. The only way to free the vampire from the venom bond is to kill the one whose venom he ingested. Under normal conditions, these venom bonds are deeply frowned upon as it could be used to create blind loyalty in an army. As a consequence and to protect all vampires, the Volturi do not allow any form of coercion to exist in the formation of venom bonds. Usually, the only ones that are allowed are between mated pairs as it is highly unlikely that anyone would willingly hand over their free will to another for eternity.

"Because of the unusual circumstances regarding your lack of control over your powers, I suggested such a bond between you and Carlisle... for his own protection."

"Okay," Rolle said easily.

Carlisle frowned. "Okay what?"

"Okay, I'll do it," Rolle answered easily.

Aro snickered. Highly unlikely, indeed.

"Rolle, stop!" Edward groaned loudly from across the room. "Jesus."

Rolle looked confused back at him. "What? Edward, that's been the whole point of all of this. To keep you safe."

"But you're making the same mistake you did the first time," Edward insisted. "You have no idea how to control what you can do. You have no idea how everyone around you influences you. How do you know, right now, that you aren't just saying this because it's what Aro wants?" he challenged.

"What?" Rolle's voice held a hint of fear once again.

"You. Have. No. Idea. What. You. Want." Edward dropped heavily onto the bench beside Rolle. "You're making decisions based on so little information. How do you know a venom bond won't have the complete opposite effect? What if it makes you resent Carlisle's control over you? The Romanians think you keep finding us because it allows you to feel like your own person. What if that feeling disappears? What if it makes you want to leave us, but you can't and you come to hate Carlisle for that?"

Rolle looked sharply at Aro. "Could it do that?"

"Stop!" Edward shouted at him again, his frustration exploding. "Stop. Just stop." He took a deep breath and blew it out. Propping his elbows on his knees, he dropped his face in his hands to calm himself before leaning back again to look at his friend.

"You orchestrated all of this to save us from a threat, without knowing how deeply this place—with all its agendas and goals—would affect you. You can't separate your own thoughts from those around you and you have a power you scantly understand, let alone have the ability to control. Before you volunteer to help us again, please, please learn what you want first. Learn who you are, what your motivations are. What do you want for yourself?"

Rolle was quiet a moment, taking a slow deep breath as he seriously considered Edward's words. "I don't want to hurt you," he said softly, looking up at Carlisle. "Any of you."

"Don't you think that's a good place to start?" Carlisle said.

Rolle swallowed loudly. "But what if someone comes by who wants to hurt you? How can I stop? Will I even know it isn't me? "

"Rolle, we are immortal and you need to start learning how to answer that question for yourself. " Carlisle motioned to Edward and Bella. "They'll be there to help you. We all will," he assured the young man as Esme came to Carlisle's side and wrapped her arms around her husband.

"You have to make decisions based on the here and now," Esme told him. "You can't live asking what if all the time or you'll spend eternity living in doubt."

"You have to trust us," Bella added.

"I do," Rolle said quietly. He met Bella's eyes for a moment before looking away. "But can I trust myself? What if everything I've..." Rolle's thoughts flew to Rachel and the words froze on his lips. Images flashed in his mind to that moment on the plane: the arguing teen, the couple making out nearby, Rachel's own desire. Was it all just a reflection? Was any of it him? Had he wanted to have sex with her as much as she wanted it?

Edward's hand came down on his arm, squeezing hard. Rolle's eyes came up quickly to find Edward looking at him with a larger significance than his words seemed to warrant.

"We'll just take it all one step at a time," Edward told him, tightening his fingers for a moment in silent communication.

Rolle searched his eyes for whatever else he was trying to tell him, but knew Edward did not want him to say any more right now. Rolle nodded slowly with a sigh.

Edward looked up at Carlisle and Esme. "You'll have a great teacher." Edward's voice was filled with pride and affection.

Carlisle was overwhelmed by Edward's opinion of him. In those early days with his first son, he had doubted so many things—wondered if he was doing more harm than good in his attempts to help Edward learn to understand and control his gift. There was no way to know for certain then.

Carlisle, like Rolle, had been abandoned by his own maker. No one had taught him how to survive in this existence. Unlike Rolle, however, he did not have the added burden of having a powerful and uncontrollable gift to understand.

It was then that he made another connection. Beside himself, Alice and Jasper also had been abandoned or abused by their makers. The others in his family had never had to experience that terrifying, confusing aloneness. He had broken the cycle. He was a better man than his father, and he was a better vampire than his maker.

"You don't need to be bonded to me to be part of our family, Rolle," Carlisle said. "And I don't need to be commanded to help you. If I would have known how difficult it is for you to deal with all of this, I would have offered my help long ago."

Rolle did not seem to hear the rest of Carlisle's words, looking up at him slowly as a single word resonated in his mind. "Family?"

Esme was nodding. "Is that something you'd want?" she asked, unsure what Rolle's reaction might mean.

Rolle's mouth opened, but no words came. Their generous and overwhelming offer had left him speechless.

"Well," Aro said, clapping his hands together and standing, more than willing to leave the question of families to Carlisle. "I'm sure you will have many logistics to discuss." He turned to Carlisle. "Never so long again between visits, yes?"

Carlisle nodded and smiled.

"We can even use the new computer I recently had installed. Remarkable piece of technology, that, but it's not the same as meeting in person." Aro paused by the door. "I really don't know how humans do it, using only two of their senses to hold a conversation," he muttered as he left. "Minds are capable of processing five senses, after all."

~•~

Rolle slipped away from the commotion of phone calls, flight arrangements and discussions of legal documents, and returned to the bench he shared with Bella moments ago. Edward watched him walk away and gave Bella's hand a squeeze. When she looked up, he motioned toward Rolle with his eyes. She smiled with a nod. Edward kissed her hand before letting her go and walked across the library to sit with Rolle.

"I've never had any control over any of this, have I?" Rolle asked. His tone was bleak.

"I don't know," Edward answered honestly. He was quiet a moment, and confessed, "I caught glimpses of your time in Paris. I'm sorry I was paying attention, but at the time..."

Rolle shrugged, his mood dropping another notch.

"Don't discount everything you felt. Too much has happened lately. Give yourself time to process what you've learned about yourself and this ability you have. You seemed happy," Edward observed, but it held the tone of a question. "Rachel made you happy."

Rolle shrugged again. "Maybe it was just that she was happy."

Edward slowly shook his head. "I don't think so." When Rolle did not respond, Edward continued. "You followed her through Paris."

"That's what I do," Rolle said heavily.

With a thoughtful humming sound, Edward shrugged. "Is it? I mean, let's look at this a moment. You knew what hotel she was at, and yet you left and waited for her along the river."

"Yeah? So?"

"So... you obviously wanted her to find you," he pointed out.

"Did I?" Rolle asked in a flat voice. "Or did she just want me?"

"She was done with you," Edward said certainly.

Rolle's face swung toward Edward sharply, glaring at his friend's harsh observation.

"Rolle, to her you were just a fling; an in-flight romance. She wasn't expecting anything more from you."

Edward's words, while sharp, also had the sting of truth. They hadn't even shared their last names on the plane. She had left the plane and left the airport. She hadn't waited for him, hadn't asked to linger with him until his next flight, and hadn't even asked him for a drink at the airport bar. She simply left.

He had followed her. Once he knew where her hotel was, he found a place to wait for her, leaving it to her to find and approach him. He may have let her choose, but she had already said her goodbye to him in her mind. All that mattered was that it had been her choice to approach him.

Rolle's glower turned into a frown as he tried to think about what had driven him to wait in the rain for her like that. Edward listened patiently as Rolle's mind tried to tear apart every nuance of the world around him, searching for anything that could have motivated him to seek Rachel out again after they left the airport.

"I don't think she was influencing you to find her, Rolle," Edward said gently. "I think, maybe, you needed her to find you." When Rolle's mind instantly spun into guilt over Gillian, it was Edward's turn to frown.

"I have a confession to make to you, Rolle," he said slowly. "A few months after you met Bella, I left her."

Rolle's eyes were wide and angry in disbelief. "You... left?" Edward nodded and met Rolle's hard eyes. "You found her. You knew what she was to you. I told you how losing her would ruin you."

"I know," Edward confessed. "And it did."

"Did you..." Rolle growled, trying to get a grip on his anger. "Did you need proof? Did you need to rip reality from your mind to see how much it would crush you?"

Shaking his head, Edward said, "Despite your warning to me, or maybe because of it, I left her to keep her safe from what we are. I knew if anything happened to her because of me, or our world, I couldn't... wouldn't..."

Rolle huffed sharply, but knew what Edward had gone through. "I know," Rolle whispered.

"You told me to not make the same mistakes you've made," Edward said quietly. "So I'm going to do the same for you." He met Rolle's gaze. "Don't make the same mistakes I've made. Don't be so quick to do what you think might be the right thing. Don't take that choice away from Rachel. Don't walk away."

Rolle sighed and leaned back on the bench shaking his head. "I don't know, Edward. I mean, look at me. Look at the mess I've made. I feel like I'm waking up in a world I don't understand. I can't even trust my own thoughts."

"So tell her," Edward said, low and insistent. "Tell her about Gillian. Tell her what it did to you. Tell her what you're dealing with, but leave that choice to her. Rolle," he turned to face his friend, "you know how important it is to be equals in a relationship. If there's a choice, don't take it away from her."

"What will it matter in the end? She doesn't know what I am." He had never confessed to her that he was a demon, or a murderer, and even in his most lucid moments, he could never admit to her that he was a vampire.

Edward! Carlisle and Esme's warnings came to Edward at the same time.

Say it, came Bella's quiet and sure thoughts in a swell of love so large that Edward let it wash over him like a tidal wave.

She had been listening. Edward's earnest words made her eyes prickle with unshed tears. Several months after their wedding they had talked about that time in their relationship. They talked, tore their hearts out, yelled, cried and healed together at long last. The hurt from that time had disappeared long ago, but the memory of it would trickle to the surface now and again, always in gentle teasing or reminders. She had forgiven him, and from this moment on, she would never bring it up again. She knew without hesitation that Edward truly did understand.

Say it, Edward, Bella's voice said again in his mind.

He glanced at her, letting her love consume him, and looked back at Rolle.

"Tell her everything."

Rolle regarded Edward in silence as he considered his friend's words when a soft buzz distracted them and Esme pulled her out her phone. She glanced at it and made a few motions over the tiny screen.

"Our flight is confirmed. We have three hours to get back to Pisa," she told the others.

"Not soon enough for me," Bella muttered, standing and straightening her sweater.

"There's a car in the courtyard," Rolle said.

Carlisle looked surprised. "There is? How do you...?" He shook his head. "Never mind."

"I need to speak to Marcus before we leave," Rolle said. It wasn't a question and he wasn't asking for permission, but he wanted Carlisle to know it was important to him.

"Would you like me to come with you?" Carlisle offered.

Rolle shook his head. "It's just something I need to know."

Carlisle could easily imagine what that was and nodded. "Will you be long?"

"No," he answered softly. "I'll meet you in the courtyard."

~•~

Marcus looked up and found Rolle standing in the long stone corridor looking as if he had been waiting there for him. Marcus waited for a sensation that he hoped would feel like panic to be faced with the unstable assassin. They were alone. He, himself, had created the monster before him and had ripped him to pieces to create the being that would put him out of his desperate misery after his beloved wife's death.

Unfortunately, the sense of panic never appeared, but neither did he feel relieved resignation in facing his death.

Marcus looked around, wondering if Bella was nearby, shielding Rolle's mind. When he realized she was not, Marcus understood. "You knew I'd be here."

Rolle lowered his eyes, but did not answer verbally. The motion was enough of an answer to Marcus.

Such a remarkable tracker, Marcus thought, unable to suppress the weak sense of pride he felt in his progeny.

Rolle looked at him from lowered eyes. "You wanted me once. That's why you killed me the first time."

It wasn't a question, but Marcus understood what the boy was asking. "Yes," he answered simply.

Rolle had always suspected as much, but it made a difference to him to know it for a fact. "And then your wife died and you wanted me to kill you."

"Yes." Marcus' voice was so low that the answer sounded more like a raw scraping of his vocal chords.

Rolle looked at the floor as he bobbed his head. The motion was nothing more than an acknowledgement of everything he had always known, but he needed to hear it himself from his creator. He turned slowly and walked away. Marcus was completely still as he watched Rolle leave. The echoing stone corridor was utterly silent. Not even Rolle's footfalls made any sound.

Pausing several feet down the hall, Rolle turned his head in profile, as if he were speaking into his shoulder. "Do you still want me to kill you?" It was more than a question. It was an offer.

The simple question startled Marcus that he actually took a breath to answer, but the words would not form on his tongue. A week ago, the answer would have been so simple, but now, nothing was simple. Caius was gone. The Volturi were weak. What did it mean that he cared? Did he care? What did it mean that he couldn't answer?

Rolle seemed to know, though, because he nodded again.

Of course, he knows, Marcus thought.

"I'll never ask you that question again," Rolle said quietly, still not looking at Marcus. He waited as if he expected Marcus to say something more, or maybe he was just waiting for the meaning to sink in, and then he walked away and disappeared around the corner.

For a long time, Marcus watched the spot where Rolle had rounded the corner and gone. When he changed Rolle after watching him hunt and murder a man under a filthy bridge, it seemed perversely Italian to trap the boy in that moment of empty anguish of a vendetta that had played itself out. Never having experienced the loss of one's lover at the time though, Marcus had not considered the larger consequences of his actions. They were more alike than he had ever considered before: both their mates had been murdered, both were bereft without their lovers, and both were trapped by their obligations.

It was bitter irony that their presence was demanded to preserve a society of murderers.

~•~

The Piazza d'Armi was quiet in the mid-afternoon sun. The dark sedan parked there was silent. The castle itself was quiet. The four vampires that stood waiting by the car were equally as still. After the events of the past twenty-four hours, the reverberating sound of nothing created its own kind of anxiety.

The area was splashed with prisms across every surface, splotching even the brick walls with spectrums of color. Edward looked up across the piazza and a series of the prisms spun quickly, creating the only sense of movement in the entire courtyard. The tenor of Rolle's thoughts directed Edward's eyes to the door where he knew Rolle would exit. The heavy wooden door swung open as easily as a screen door and Rolle did not close it behind him. He looked at the Cullens gathered by the car and walked to them.

Wind lifted dust over the battlements of the castle, but not even birds flew over the ancient structure. In the distance, they could hear the sounds of the city going about its business of life and living. Rolle felt the familiar surge of impulses against his mind and swallowed, shuddering. For the first time, he questioned the knowledge behind these impulses and he kept his eyes on the car, trying to ignore everything around him. He wasn't even sure if his desire to get in the car and get out of Volterra was his own or the Cullen's.

Suddenly, the pressure of impulse was gone and he knew Bella was shielding him. Though everything was silent to his ears, another kind of silence wrapped around him.

He still wanted to get in the car and leave.

That was what he wanted. That was his own need, but he couldn't sense how this one remaining thought was different from all the others. Fear feathered across his mind as he considered the possibility that he might never be able to tell the difference, and then he saw Bella give him a reassuring smile.

He unclenched his tensed hands, spreading his fingers wide and shaking the tension from his hands. As he continued toward the Cullens, his eyes drifted up to the gaping wound in the castle's wall. No one stood in the opening. He could see the white ceiling of the chamber within.

With a nod, Rolle stopped in front of Carlisle, who reached out and patted his shoulder before guiding him into the backseat of the car. Rolle sat in the middle of the long seat next to Esme. Carlisle followed him in as Edward and Bella took the front seats. Edward started the car and drove across the piazza to the enormous wood and iron door of the porta.

The door did not move. No one came out to open the gate for them. He put the car in neutral and climbed out with a glance around before pushing it open easily, then went back to the car to drive it through the narrow stone passage.

He did not stop on the other side. Following Rolle's example, Edward left the outer gate breached.

No one would be foolish enough to go in. No one inside would come out, at least not until the sun went down.

It wasn't intended as a message of any kind. It wasn't a sign of disrespect or meant to be a challenge of authority. Edward simply wanted to take Bella as far from this place as he possibly could. He curled his hand around hers as the city and castle fell from view.

Edward glanced at Rolle through the rearview mirror and considered his new brother. He knew that the road to recovery, if there could be recovery at all, would be long and hard for Rolle. No one had any idea what a successful recovery would even look like for a man who could not trust his own mind and motivations, but he knew Carlisle would not give up trying, either. Carlisle may have temporarily lost his faith in humanity, but he would never lose faith in his family and together, as a family, they would endure.

~ The End ~

"Thus I began my new life, in a new name, and with everything new about me.
Now that the state of doubt was over, I felt, for many days, like one in a
dream ... The two things clearest in my mind were, that a remoteness had come
upon the old ... life — which seemed to lie in the haze of an immeasurable
distance; and that a curtain had for ever fallen on my life ... No one has ever
raised that curtain since. I have lifted it for a moment, even in this narrative,
with a reluctant hand, and dropped it gladly. The remembrance of that life is
fraught with so much pain to me, with so much mental suffering and want
of hope, that I have never had the courage to even examine how long I was
doomed to lead it. Whether it lasted for a year, or more, or less, I do not know.
I only know that it was, and ceased to be; and that I have written, and there I leave it."

David Copperfield
By Charles Dickens

A/N: Love and thanks to my beloved and loving peanut gallery: Irishgirl, LolaShoes, Songster and Emmanuelle Nathan. Thanks to Nikki Pattinson over at Twilighted for her super-awesome posting of my chapters.

I especially want to give a special thanks to you readers who also review. It has meant the world to me that your reviews have been so intelligent and insightful. For those of you who have fallen in love with Rolle, I have a special thank-you treat: an epilogue that is coming very soon.

AUTHOR NOTE UPDATE: This story, and it's predecessor Antithesis are up for several awards in multiple categories. Even if you don't for it, you should check out the nominated entries. The Avant Garde voting is here bit (dot) ly/aon921 and ends on Dec. 4th, 2010 and the Original Character Awards are here bit (dot) ly/go5FfR ending on Dec. 14th, 2010.