"Not weakness," she shook her head, cursing herself for even trying that now. Clearly, having her emotions turned on really had done something to change her. "It's not weak, it's--" but her speech, whatever it may have been, was cut off when he made his move and bit her.
There were no words that could truly, ccurately describe the absolte horror-stricken look on her face as she looked from her hand, up to him, "What have you done?" she breathed, eyes wide with the terror that he was so fond of. "You pro... I knew I shouldn't have come here." Among the fear of what was to come and the regret of ever actually going against her gut and meeting him, Katherine could already feel the poison spreading from the bite on her hand up her arm, feel it weakening her.