To Find The Past

A man in a leather jacket was sitting at one of the tables, but he soon stood up, slamming one of the books down on the table. "That is NOT how that happened! GET IT RIGHT, HISTORIANS!!"

He blinked. He apparently hadn't said that in his head, had he? Allen looked around, swallowing, though he narrowed his brown eyes, sitting back down. It had been an article on one of the battles of the Civil War, and this book had it all wrong. Why did he even have this book out? He was looking for things he had missed, not things he had seen.

Sighing, the immortal stood up, rubbing his forehead. He walked over to one of the bookshelves, placing the encyclopedia back in its spot. He shook his head to get the long, black locks out of his eyes and started scanning for dates.

If only he hadn't gone to sleep for all those years. It seemed that he had certainly missed a lot.

Allen had just arrived here today, and already had his room set up and the like. He just needed to get the right books now and the right videos to find out what had happened in the 1900s... though it wouldn't be the same as seeing it with his own eyes.

But no one could blame him for falling asleep for so long after what he had seen. The gravestones of his wife and child had been too heartbreaking for him.

Allen grit his teeth, pushing the thought from his mind. "Stupid past..." he grumbled, continuing to look through the books. He was not having a good day today.

Allen was only becoming more and more frustrated as time went by. This was really frustrating... and if he just walked up to someone and asked, 'Hey, what happened in the 1900s?' he was sure to get some odd stares. By what he had heard already, there had been more wars and some other crucial events. Sighing, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It seemed that over the last seven hundred years, he had really gotten a temper.

And Esme hadn't helped that at all. She had only made it worse, what with her having to run away and cause everything to fall apart!

He banged his head against a wall. Why did he keep thinking about that today?

"I don't think those big books will help you out much for whatever you are looking for. But, that's just me."

So much for trying to calm down. Allen wasn't much of a people person. Dark brown eyes turned to the younger male, a dangerous and threatening look to them. "Then what do you suggest I look for, boy?" he asked, a British accent making its presence known. It usually only came when he was really mad, along with the other accents he had picked up in his travels. Right now, he just wasn't in the mood. Who was this kid to tell him what he should be looking for? "I need to know what happened in the 1900s. Do you think I should look in those smaller books that explain NOTHING?!"

Children these days had no idea, did they? He hated it.

Allen paid no mind to the female that had entered the library, and merely kept his gaze on Legion. That was, until, someone piped up about 'historical fiction'. This place was really beginning to suck... why had he come to a school? He didn't need schooling... he was older than all of them!

"Maybe it's historical fiction?"

Allen stalked toward the male. "So that's how heartless writers have become these days, eh? They twist the truth? They turn the worst events in history into something that suits their fancy better?! IS THAT IT?!" Now the accent was Scottish. He hadn't even spent a lot of time in Scotland, either... odd.

"Gosh Dangit! Why can't I control my energy when reading a book.. Miiisssssssssss! The book exploded again!"

Allen now turned to the other male. "STOP WHINING!" he yelled. He had obviously forgotten that this was a library. "Boo hoo, your book exploded! Get over it! It's a book, it's not worth as much as a life!"

He was really ticked off.