"Fair enough. Forget I asked," John responded simply, looking up at the towering creature. With the fresh blood in his belly he could smell much more, and there was something... human in this creature. Not that it was a vampire, by any means. This was something else.
When the beast, Venom, turned and left, he followed it without a though. It clearly had no intent to hurt him, that probably wouldn't change if he stayed out of the way.
"John Tudor," he called after the beast, waiting for it to get some distance before he followed, nearly melting into the shadows. He wasn't as good as his sibling, but Pam's lessons hadn't fallen on deaf ears or eyes, and he followed his curious associate at a slight distance, wanting to know what the beast did after it fed. The bloody mess behind them would be no place to remain and be found, anyway.