Think of this like a LiveJournal-based RP (roleplay) game -- we are! vivian, the fictional journal of the main character of the movie "Blood & Chocolate", will update the community every day until the movie's opening with another chapter of her life. We encourage you to leave comments for "her" and interact with her as though she's another LJ user. "She" will respond to as many people as she can.

There also may be information, trailers, screenshots, and other things posted by the "out of character" maintainer journal, blood_chocolate. These posts are the place for out-of-character discussion of the movie and/or the community. Nobody will bite you if you comment to one of vivian's entries and don't play along, but it'll be more fun if the comments to all of those entries stay in character!

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"Blood & Chocolate" movie verdict from the LJ office: pretty darn awesome. (Also awesome: watching it and thinking "I know what she's thinking! I read her LJ!" Or, in one case, "I wrote her LJ!")

So -- once you see the movie, come back and tell us what you think of it!

(There'll be spoilers in the comments, I'm sure.)

And you wait to find out what happened, but there's no sign of vivian on LiveJournal again. Maybe she's happy somewhere, and just can't find a computer to update everyone. Maybe it turned out a little less well. You'll never know ...

...unless you see the movie, of course :) "Blood & Chocolate" hits theatres today; you can check your local viewing times and buy your tickets. (We in the office have ours -- in fact, we're on our way out the door right now to take vivian to the movies.)

And speaking of vivian, now that our project is drawing to a close, we'll 'fess up: vivian's entries were written by rahaeli, and the commenting was handled by legomymalfoy. They want to specifically thank you guys for being such a fantastic, energetic audience; you've been wonderful to interact with and this project has been a heck of a lot of fun.

We hope you've enjoyed yourselves too. And when we get back from the movie, we'll post a thread for people to give their opinions of the movie, and tell us whether or not you think vivian got her happy ending after all.

(Meanwhile, for some fun until then: The subject line of every single one of Vivian's entries come from song lyrics. Every single one except one has something in common. See if you can figure out what that is!)

I've only got a minute.

Aunt Astrid knows something's wrong. She told me to go out and do something to take my mind off of things. If I don't go out with her and with the rest tonight, it'll look suspicious -- I haven't been spending enough time with them lately and now Rafe knows something's wrong and he's going to tell Gabriel if he hasn't already and when he does I am so screwed.

I can't find Aiden. I can't find Rafe. I spent all day looking.

Mother Moon, I'm trying, I'm doing my best here, and I keep screwing this up.

I'm going out with the rest of them now. And after that -- I don't know what I'm going to do, but I've got to do something to fix this.

I'll see you all on the other side -- once this is all over. Keep the lights on for me.

Oh, Mother Moon. Oh Moon. Oh shit.

Rafe found us today. Aiden and me. He did his usual talking-big thing, trying to scare Aiden off, and he said a lot of really terrible things, and I left. I told him I wouldn't let him get hurt because of me. Because Rafe was ready to hurt him, and I had to get out of there before Rafe could do something stupid and put Aiden in more danger --

I didn't get to tell him. I didn't get the chance. We were talking, and -- I was about to, and then he said something that made me think he might not take it well at all, and then I cut myself and he could have seen but I think I managed to hide it and just as I was trying to decide if I should tell him or not, Rafe found us and --

I can't stop thinking: I didn't tell him. Not what we really are; not what they're really capable of. And nobody's seen Rafe, and I can't find Aiden, and ...

Aunt Astrid saw us, too. I was stupid. She reminded me that it never works with humans. Never. I have to fix this. I have to fix this somehow. I have to find Aiden and warn him, get him out of here before he can get badly hurt. I have to go find Rafe and deal with him. I have to do something, and all I want to do is curl up in my room and howl.

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See you at the theatre!

I've been considering and considering, and you're all right. It's not fair to keep Aiden in the dark; he's in danger and he doesn't even know why or what to look for. I think I'm going to tell him. I think I'm going to tell him tomorrow.

Wish me luck. Cross your fingers for me. Pray to whatever gods you follow. If things go well, well, I'll tell you tomorrow what happened.

If things go badly -- I might not be able to tell you anything. But if I don't come back -- thank you. Thank you all. You've been better friends to me than I could ever find the words to say.

I feel dizzy and giddy, I swear.

I dropped a few hints to him today. Just little things: bits of stories nobody else has ever known, bits of secrets I probably shouldn't have told him. I could see him sitting and thinking -- how does she know this? What is she thinking? I don't think he's put it together yet, but I think he's close. We've been telling each other stories. I think he thinks he's making his up. I haven't been making mine up at all.

But it doesn't matter. Because -- all right, fine, I'll admit it to myself finally, since you guys seem to have figured it out last week -- I want him. I want to bury myself in him and never come back up for air. I feel like I'm walking on the clouds every minute we spend together. You're right -- it's like we're destined. Fated. Foretold. I've never met anyone I just clicked with this quickly, like we're supposed to be together.

I have this deep feeling in my chest, all fluttery, like something's about to break wide open. I'm not sure, but I think it might be "happiness".

Dinner was glorious. We talked about -- oh, everything under the moon. Art and music and growing up and what it's like to feel like you're always on the outside and what we want to be when we get older and how we both always wanted something more out of our lives.

We wandered all over the city. I didn't feel like I was being hunted or followed, not once. I couldn't stop laughing. He's so funny, and so sweet, and I know this has such a potential for disaster but today was the first day I started to feel as though it could be all right.

I don't think it can last, though.

We went back to his hotel room later -- no, I'm not going to give you any juicy details, all right? We needed to change; we'd gotten drenched, and I couldn't exactly bring him back to my place -- and I saw his train ticket on his dresser. (He's a bit of a slob. It's almost cute.) The date on it is a few days from now.

So this is all just a tiny little interlude. When I realized that, I almost felt better -- it's weird. I mean, you guys have been sitting here (so patiently) and listening to me talking myself in circles for the past few weeks about what I should do and shouldn't do, especially about Aiden, and it turns out it's just going to be these few days and then it'll be over.

Maybe he was sent here to tell me that there's more than just what I know. Maybe I'm supposed to go with him. Maybe I'm supposed to just look at my life in a different way. I don't know; I'm not sure. But between him and you all, this journal, I'm really starting to realize that I have more options than I thought I had. I'm not as stuck here as I thought I was. I have choices.

I should be sad that he's going to leave soon, and -- somehow, I'm not. Because when he goes, I'll miss him, but -- he's opened my eyes to so much. I feel like I have the world at my feet.

So much has happened so quickly, it's like my head's still spinning. Up and down and back and forth and the next thing I know I feel like the whole world's turned inside out.

When Aiden and I were out together the other night, I almost told him. We were talking about what he'd come here to study -- he brought up the subject, not me; I think he was trying to get me to say something else, because he saw the way my face changed when he'd mentioned the loup-garou the first time we met -- and -- I almost said it. Almost.

He was so passionate. So involved, so animated. He told me a bunch of the stories, the good ones, the ones of the days when loup-garou and humans still lived together side by side -- they remember those, here. "They're not cursed," he said. "They're blessed."

Meaning me. Us. You know.

And I almost said something. But he kept going. He's been collecting all the old signs, all the telltales -- the ways you're supposed to be able to spot a loup-garou in human form. And most of them are myth or nonsense, but he happened to hit on the one that isn't.

If you hurt us, if we bleed, you can see it in our eyes. Just for a minute, just a flash -- but it's there.

If I keep seeing him -- and I do want to keep seeing him; you're all right about that -- sooner or later I'm going to give myself away. All it would take would be one nick or cut or scratch, and bam, my secret's toast.

I don't know. He's a smart man. If he really believes the loup-garou are real, I've given him a hundred small cues already. Maybe that's smarter? Maybe if I let him have clue after clue, he'll figure it out, and he'll ask me if he thinks he can handle the answer. (But humans think they can handle more than they really can, don't they? I've noticed that.) Maybe that would be the best way out of this. And if he's interested enough, he'll come to me.

I think he could handle it. But I'm not sure. And until I'm sure, I'm going to be sitting here and changing my mind a hundred times a minute. To be or not to be? I can't make up my mind.

He left me a postcard at work today, with a sketch of me on the back of it. Down in the corner, in the tiniest print you could imagine, was an address. A time. Tomorrow, dinnertime. After I'm off work.

I shouldn't go, but I'm going to. He said to me the other night: you only get one life. It's what a lot of you have said. I'm starting to think you're all right.

He's perfect.

No, I'm exaggerating. Nobody's perfect. But he's sweet and he's funny and I really think he might be able to know the truth and be okay with it. (But can you ever be sure? There have been stories in the past, of loup-garoux who have fallen in love with humans and revealed themselves, and the pain and anguish it caused when the human couldn't handle it. But what if he could?)

I took him up to see the statues. He was transfixed. He told me his story, and I was right; he's being hunted too. His secrets aren't mine to tell, but he does know what it's like.

He kissed me. (And kissed me and kissed me, and -- oh, I won't tell you what happened, but oh, it makes my blood sing!) We spent the whole night, dancing around the city, poking into all the nooks and crannies that are beautiful by night, and he held my hand and it felt just like running under the moon. It felt better than running under the moon. When I was with him, I felt alive. I felt like none of the dark cloud hanging over me matters. I felt like there was a chance this could all work out.

And then the sun rose, and I remembered. This is insane. Gabriel has eyes everywhere, and Rafe's been building his own network. And if they knew I'd fallen for a human -- meat-boy, Rafe calls him, like he's some kind of animal, when Rafe's the animal, not Aiden! But if they knew, they'd -- well, I don't know what they'd do to him. It wouldn't be pleasant, that's for sure.

I'm so scared. I've never met anyone I wanted more. I told you -- I told you I wanted someone who wanted me for me, not for what I could give them or what I was destined to be to them, and I really think Aiden might be that person. I almost told him, this morning, who and what I really was. I'm so glad I came to my senses before I could.

I still don't know what he'd do if he knew. (Or does he suspect? Does he look at me and think -- yes, perhaps, maybe? No. He thinks the loup-garoux are legends. Myths. Except his stories prove that he believes in myths, doesn't he? I didn't ask. I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to.)

I did what I said I was going to; I told him we'd never see each other again. I want to -- you have no idea how much I want to. But it would be pure selfishness. If I'm not willing to run away completely, break with the pack and just disappear, I can't lead him on. It's not right.

I've thought about running. My mother and father did, but my mother and father had each other, and they were both loup-garoux. Could I exile myself forever, all for someone who might not even want me if he knew what I really was?

Aiden's going to come back for me. I know he will. What should I do when he does? Should I run and hide? Or should I keep pretending to him, pretending that I'm normal, pretending that I'm not terrified every time I look over my shoulder? Can I keep this secret from the pack? (What'll happen if they find it out later?)