John shook his head, then shrugged. "Ghosts are supposed to be hardly here, right? But you smell.... Strongly. And there could be other ways you disappeared like that. Like teleportation." Only a short while ago John would have scoffed at the notion, but he'd learned enough about magic, and other worlds, to believe anything was possible. And he didn't completely believe his friend's tale. There was something familiar in the scent, and something else was incredibly foreign. The vampire suspected that neither were the ethereal variety.
At the mention of the girl, John turned his head to the direction she'd fled, mood darkening slightly. If his sire found out about all this, John would probably be rightly reprimanded, or punished. But that was about as deep as his regret went.
"She's a basic," he said, relying on his personal term for the rather simple, uninteresting natives in the City. "And she wasn't hurt. They'd just call her crazy if she did bother saying anything." The question had been ridiculous in the first place, and now it had left a mess in it's wake.
Then again, he was realizing he'd have to do something with the bodies. Venom's carnage had covered his part in that mess, and was neither his doing nor his ending. This time, though, it was a vampire attack. Two unconscious and basically only clawed and beaten men, the body of the man they'd killed, but two obviously savaged corpses as well. John didn't know if it would be obviously vampire, but he'd be in enough trouble if his family found out about an unsanctioned, and frankly reckless attack. He'd have to do something with the bodies. He grit his teeth, the annoyance of the self questioning only adding to his general irritation with the situation. He stalked back to the midst of the carnage, then began to look around for an idea, his mind turning to the nearest body of water. Or maybe he could find a furnace. Digging seemed like an awful lot of work for two scumbag nobody's. Perhaps hanging them up somewhere would lure Venom to him, but there were enough powerful things that it might attract unwanted attention, and frankly the whole mess was his fault in the first place. John wasn't looking for another visit from the monster just yet, as intriguing as he'd been.