Her skin has turned white, almost porcelain-like in quality and slightly translucent. Her veins dark lines just beneath the surface, barely moving with blood that has turned into vile, thick, black ichor. The mascara streaks running over her cheeks from her crying eyes, burned into her white skin, as her lips became cold and permanently black, yet somehow luscious. Her body became cold, her eyes both somehow whiter and greener, now radiating with strange twisted green light that was the energy fueling her body. A cut on her neck...left a permanent wound with strange black edges, pulsating with strange, green light mixing inside that cut, as she'd find to her horror she could speak as her voice came from somewhere deep inside her, her mouth making the motions but no longer needing air to do so.