NB – William's four months are August (31) September (30) October (31) November (30) starting on 15th August, ending on 15th November – 122 days in total.

Will/Spike POV

Day four.

"Sod you."

I'm pissed off. No, stuff that, Spike is pissed off. Why should I have to wear my demon face all the time? When I was first turned, Angelus had beaten it into me that the masquerade of a human face is what keeps us alive.

A large, powerful hand to rival Angelus' whacked me across the side of his head and I sprawled across the floor. The hand belonged to Luke, a particularly nasty sadistic bastard that the Master keeps at his side most of the time.

"You will do as the Master commands," he snarled, and I snarled back, starting to enjoy myself. What an idiot. Does he even ever think about what the Master's commands are? They make no sense!

"I don't follow commands, I follow logic." Another blow followed the first but I took it, returning to my feet and sneering at the Master. "Do you have to get your lackey to do all the grunt work for you? Are you not strong enough to beat me up yourself?"

Oh yeah. He did beat me up didn't he? Four days ago. With Angelus. Angelus… didn't fight back. Why not? He should've stopped it, he's my Sire!

Luke hit me again, and I stumbled back but kept my balance. "I am no lackey," he growled deeply. "I am Luke, Childe of the Master of the Auralian bloodline."

My God... "Am I supposed to be impressed by that? I am William the bloody, Childe of the Scourge of Europe," I smirked. Oh yeah. There is nothing like boasting about your Sire.

The Master, who I'd almost forgotten about, scoffed from behind me and I whirled round. "Nothing but exaggerated tales recorded in the Watcher's diaries. True Auralian vampires keep their deeds enigmatic and untraceable. Your Sire is nothing but an attention seeking lout that Darla found physically attractive." Hey. That's… hey! You can't insult Angelus – he's a great vampire! One of the best! I snarled in anger and my face flipped back into its demon visage. The Master smiled cruelly. "That's more like it. But we mustn't forget your little rebellion. Luke?" He gestured to the monstrous vampire to continue, and Luke punched me in the face, breaking my nose. The Master threw him a whip and I groaned inwardly, knowing what was coming as Luke advanced on me.

"Ooooh, a whip. I'm so scared, cos God knows I haven't been whipped before," I mocked sarcastically.

Day 21

Urgh.

It seems rather than being in the Master's service, I've been given to Luke, as a cross between a slave and a punching bag. It's a bit like fagging back in school, but with a lot more blood. I used to think it was like that with Angelus but… this is a lot more comparable. There's the one head boy in charge (that would be the Master), the people just below him (Luke and the rest), and everyone else who just scurries around to do whatever they want.

Wait. Actually, Angelus' household is like that, only I would be the equivalent of Luke…. No. I don't beat up the minions.

Course, I would, if I was allowed, but Angelus would probably flay me for it.

Luke is a bastard. He flirts to high hell with Darla whenever she's around – which is even more annoying because all it does is further boost her infuriating ego. He also takes every opportunity to bad mouth Angelus, like the Master, which I hate because I know Angelus wouldn't take it if he were here, but I already tried defending him and all it does is earn me a few broken ribs.

Bastards.

As for the Master… D'you know what he's done? He's forbidden me to hunt! And when I demanded the obvious question of how the hell am I gonna eat then, I got beaten up and whipped some more, then left on my own for three days. I figured out though that the only way to quell the hunger is to feed off the other vampire around me.

'Cept I don't like asking the other underlings, since they barely get enough themselves and if I ask them they'll only get bitter about it. Anyway, most of them don't like me. It's dangerous to make friends of alliances in the Master's court; it prompts suspicions of rebellion. So I have to wait for them to offer, meaning constant starvation. Sometimes the Master decides to offer himself, with a look on his face that I worked out means it is supposed to be some significant honour to drink from his wrist. I wouldn't call it an honour. It's foul – not only is his skin crusty and disgusting, but the blood tastes awful – a little like Darla actually – old and stale. Most of the people in the court taste awful actually. I reckon it's the lack of oxygen being this far underground. The Master doesn't like us breathing. Kinda like the face thing, he doesn't like anything remotely human. It's difficult not to though. I still have the impulse to breathe – Darla doesn't like it but I get the feeling Angelus thinks it's cute.

Angelus is the only vampire I've ever thought tasted fantastic. Oh… I guess there was Dru, too, but she's practically made of Angelus' blood anyway so it's not surprising. Sire blood.

God I'm so hungry. Wonder what Angelus is doing right now… I wonder if he's feeding. Or sleeping. I have no idea what time it is – there's no light down here so I have no idea of time. I sleep when Luke and the Master do, and I would guess they keep to average day/night cycles.

I don't have anywhere specifically to sleep, so I found a corner near to Luke and the Master's chambers where I can hear just enough to know what moods they're in. I learnt from Angelus quickly enough that it's always important to listen out for signs of mood swings. Luke doesn't change much – he reminds me of an automaton sometimes. The Master though…. He's worse than Angelus with his mood swings.

Sometimes he sends for me and just expects me to sit at his feet like a dog and look pretty while he does other things. He seems obsessed by my eyes; he loves the idea of getting me to change my eyes into their human blue but keep the rest of my face demonic. When I can't – or won't – which is usually the case due to lack of red blood cells, I get beaten up and shouted at a bit more. I don't care though.

I don't care, cos I'm used to it.

I don't care.

Day 47

Four months, Angelus said. How many months has it been? I have no idea. I lost all sense of time a long time ago. I just want to go home. It must be at least two months by now…

I miss him. A couple of weeks ago I carved his tattoo into the bottom of the wall in my corner. As far as I know, no one's found it, although I bet the Master wouldn't like it if he did. It took me five days to get it right, because I couldn't remember exactly what the wing looked like. When I sleep I run my fingers over it. I really miss him.

I can't see my curls on the edges of my vision anymore. The Master cut my hair. Angelus won't like that. And I'm starting to think that blonde hair was a thing of the past for me. The dirt and grime from this place is going to permanently stain it dark. Another thing Angelus won't like. What did he think would happen to me? If he knew it was going to be like this he wouldn't have let me come, would he? Of course he wouldn't. If he were here now, he'd stop it. He'd take me away and… I'm his. That's what he always said. I'm his boy, and no one else is allowed to touch me.

So when's he going to come?

Day 61

No one ever talks to me. Or, if they do, they shout.

No one ever touches me. Or, if they do, they hit me.

Bastards. I hate this. I'm not a solitary person. I need company and contact. I need to fight, to talk, to shag… I need it like blood, and I'm not getting any. I need Angelus' hand on my shoulder, I need his hand on the back of my neck, I need his lips on mine in one of the rare occasions when he actually cares… hell, I even need the familiar sting of his belt. Just not too often.

Day 80

I don't remember what his face looks like. It's blurry. I can remember his eyes, and his mouth, and his nose, and his chin, and his heavy brow, but I can't put them together into a face.

I've nearly worn away the stone over the Angelus tattoo; I've touched it so much. I'm going to start re-carving it because if I wait till it's gone I'll forget what it looks like.

Day 105

I don't remember.

Home…. What's home? I don't even care anymore. I don't think I'm going back. This has been more than four months already, it must be. This has gotta be at least a year. I only have vague memories; so vague that I don't think they are even real. I think… maybe I dreamt it. I'm going to be forever aren't I?

Angelus, Drusilla and... someone else who's name I can't remember. None of them came for me. Maybe I dreamt them.

No. They're real. I know they are.

Day 121

The Master's being weird today. He keeps... sneering. He seems pleased with himself. I think he's acheived something he wanted. I don't know what.

I still have the carved tattoo. It belongs to Angelus. He must exist, because otherwise I wouldn't have carved the tattoo. I remember him. Sometimes. Just feelings, mostly. Four months is stuck in my mind for some reason. Four months... That was how long I was supposed to stay here! I remember! Angelus is supposed to come and get me. Angelus is my Sire. I'm his Childe. I'm His.

So... Will's four months are almost up. I hope I didn't confuse you all too much with the set out. It took me a while to work out how I wanted to write it, and I figured 1st person would be best. I know it's not that realistic that he would practically lose his memory in four months, but hey, he's trapped underground with limited blood. I think it's maybe plausible.

Thank you, and reveiw.

Hugs and Kisses to you all