Tate had become a vampire.
And he was about to bite his friend.
She asked him why he was going to bite her.
She was his friend.
Tate told her that her blood would taste good.
As the blood of any other person that he would bite.
But that he would drink her blood slowly.
For the sake of their being friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem