"What solvent?" The black girl with the afro didn't change her chatty nature. Even facing an unfamiliar Spider-Man, she bluntly asked, "Gasoline. As long as we find a hose and a bucket, we can siphon out a whole bucketful."
"Gasoline?" The answer caught the three girls off guard. "But won't that damage the skin?" "Who uses gasoline to remove makeup?" Spider-Man and Henry were both rendered speechless by what the girls chose to focus on.
In the end, Spider-Man pointed at the spot where a Vampire had been melted away and said, "We want to burn that bloodsucking monster to ashes. Do we really need to worry about whether gasoline will damage its skin?"
The three Spider girls, slow on the uptake, finally put on expressions of realization. They had finally caught on.
Spider-Man stopped trading quips with the girls. He still remembered how he had dealt with the Vampires earlier: wrapping them in webbing, then sticking them to building walls or hanging them beneath streetlights. That had only restrained the monsters temporarily.
Vampires were far stronger than ordinary people. Webbing that regular people found impossible to break free from only needed time before Vampires could tear themselves loose.
So if he left the Vampires he had trapped alone, they would eventually break free and continue hurting people.
Now that he had a way to deal with the Vampires, he couldn't wait to clean up after himself.
Thinking of how he had spared the Werewolves that morning, Spider-Man had regretted it somewhat after learning of the casualties they caused on campus. And the Vampires had caused no fewer casualties than the Werewolf attack that morning. Spider-Man believed this needed an answer.
Spider-Man insisted that evil people had to face legal punishment, and he could not judge others in a