A flick, a flash of silver and an orange light. The cigarette lit up and Gabriel stuck it in his mouth, happily indulging his nicotine fix. As far as he knew, hunters all had vices. Some indulged in meaningless relations, some drank and others smoked. Personally Gabriel was a fan of the latter two although he steered clear of the last, not wanting to deal with the messiness that came with any sort of relationships. It was part of their jobs, he supposed that kept that from making attachments. Hard to maintain a friendship or relationship if one had to pack up at a moment's notice.
As he stretched, Gabriel hissed. He had forgotten about the nick he had received the previous night. It was such a sloppy mistake. He had left his left side unguarded and the vampire had been experienced enough, managing to get a hit on Gabriel. It was shallow, thankfully, but vampire venom meant that the wound healed slowly, a slow burn that Gabriel had learnt to ignore a long time ago.
He yanked off the bandage, inspecting the thin, red line. It would heal but until then, Gabriel would be out of commission, not wanting to risk his life while he was potentially down. Hunters were few in their numbers as it was, so really he was doing himself, and the community, a favor by taking a break. He breathed out a ring of smoke, enjoying the feeling. Well, at the very least, he could enjoy a good cigarette on his down time.