“It’s not murder when they’re already dead.” Venom rolled his eyes in the hero’s direction, like he should have already known that. “You don’t destroy them and they kill people who don’t deserve it. You want to find some little girl’s body in an alley? Because that’s what will happen if you don’t take care of them.” With the suit clinging to every part of him but his face, his voice was normal when he wasn’t growling or snarling out displeasure.
His head tilted up at the vampires now hanging securely from the light poles. Like a dog being baited from his cage he showed his teeth for them and with a growl, he was staring back at Spiderman from beside one of the street lights.
“Sorry. I’m currently preoccupied and I don’t think I can fit that in tonight. I’m hunting vampires, you see.” That remark made them squirm in their traps and Venom smiled in pleasure. “Should I dispose of them for you? Are you feeling too lazy to do it yourself?”