"Not all, though, share the same heightened qualities as you and I, though. It's an obvious disadvantage," Venom replied with a slurp.
His maw shifted, grin growing wider as John came closer. "If I wasn't willing, I would not have offered. It's just a taste, though. I am unsure of what effect it will have on you." The symbiote needed life. Would it survive on an undead host? Could it pass it's qualities on permanently if it did die?
Venom closed its clawed hands around John's.
Attracted by the power exuded by the other, the blackness began to creep from Venom and over on to the other man. It was just a small dose, a taste of the being. Before too much could cross, Venom severed the connection and waited to see if the alien would take hold.