Re: 12th floor ; 3:30(ish) am
Rage overrode the pain as he pulled the knife from his flesh, throwing it across the hallway so it hit the opposite wall with a metallic bang. Half of him wanted to rip the doll's head off right then and there, but without a weapon it no longer posed any sort of threat.
Vlad turned on the girl, face contorted in a vicious snarl, but before he could deliver the killing blow something that felt like acid exploded in his face and seared his eyes shut. He groped blindly for his prey, claw-like fingernails swiping at the empty air, but even in the midst of his agony he could hear her footsteps grow fainter. No - he'd never lost a victim like this. What was wrong with him?
He clawed at his own face, trying to rid himself of the sensation so he could see once more. There was only one thing that could have such an effect on him - holy water. He was undead, unclean; his skin couldn't stand the touch of purity, whether there was a God or not. By the time his vision returned, the girl was long gone.
Vlad let out another rage-filled roar, delivering a frenzied blow to the wall that might have been heard all the way down on the first floor, if one listened closely enough.