Chapter Fourteen

Victoria looked over the cover of the ancient text at Pogue, sitting across the equally ancient basement from her. He was looking through on of the other books, "Any luck?" She asked hopefully.

Pogue was reading the page with his lips pursed. "No. I know how to cast a spell killing off another man's livestock….. But nothing about dreams yet." He glanced up at her with a small smirk and Victoria couldn't help but snicker, but he quickly looked back down at the page. Victoria swallowed. It was so weird…. Being this uncomfortable around Pogue. ...

She shifted on her spot on the floor, "Do you think any of the other guys have these …sorts of dreams?" She asked suddenly.

Pogue shook his head, "I asked each of them if they were having any new or weird dreams. They all said no, had no idea what I was talking about. Besides, I never see any of them in the dreams, even if I am talking to the …" He hesitated, searching for the word, "Equivalent in a dream, they never look like Tyler or Caleb or-" Pogue looked up at Victoria before again, quickly looking away, "Reid," he finished.

Victoria swallowed, she didn't want it to be weird but it seemed odd to talk about Reid in front of Pogue now. Like it was crossing a line. But Victoria decided to ignore that and focused on something else, there was only so much one person could handle. She sat up, "You've met other people in the dreams? It isn't...just, like always you and me?" Victoria swallowed as Pogue looked up and met her eyes.

"No, it's other people too. Depends on the dream." Pogue shrugged.

Victoria nodded and looked down at her book. She wanted to ask more questions but was scared too find out what he said.

"Uh, I think I found something," Pogue's voice broke the uncomfortable silence and Victoria looked up.

"What?" Victoria scrambled on her hands and knees across the basement's dusty floor until she was right up next to Pogue looking over his shoulder. He looked at her and she felt the tip of his nose brush ever so slightly against her cheek. She froze, her breath catching in her chest. The feeling of Jack kissing her neck washed over her and Victoria swallowed, "What did you find?" She squeaked, blinking.

Pogue swallowed before looking back in the book, "Uh, ok listen to this:

Of all the five families myths and legends, none are so intriguing as that of the Blessing and the Curse of the Doubleganger." Pogue glanced at Victoria and this time she met his eye before he went back to reading, "Doublegangers have only ever been found in the Danvers and Parry lines. Leap frogging through time, through generations. Two souls committed to find each other. Their destinies tied together through the ages. Never bound by the constraints of time." Pogue swallowed again.

Victoria looked at him, "Ok, so that's ominous but I mean that doesn't sound like us. I mean, aside from the Parry Danvers thing."

Pogue glanced at her, "Yeah well:

The Doublegangers are marked by their unaltered appearances through the ages. Always appearing in the same form, no matter the century. Haunted, some say blessed, by the memories... of their past lives." Victoria looked at him.

"What?!" She leaned over his shoulder, leaning on him.

"Look for yourself," Pogue said in an already defeated voice. Victoria looked at the page and saw old style sketches. They were stylized and in old pre-revolutionary clothing but there they were, plain as day. Victoria and Pogue's faces looking up from the page. The names Sabine and Jack Parry typed underneath.

Victoria looked at the small type at the bottom of the page, "Sabine and Jack Parry as sketched in 1691. Most recent Doublegangers recorded."

Victoria sank back onto the floor and looked at Pogue. He was studying the article as if willing it to have more words on the page. "What the hell did that just say?" She asked starting to sound slightly frantic.

Pogue shook his head, "I…I don't... I dunno know,"

"Oh my god Pogue! One dream? And boom soul mates?!" Victoria stood up and glared back down at him.

"I don't know. I don't know, Victoria!" He was flipping through the book as if desperate to find more pages.

"Ok," Victoria took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she took another deep breath, "Okay," Victoria looked down at Pogue, "I think we need to talk to your dad."

Pogue looked up at her. "Yeah," Pogue stood up putting the book under his arm.

"We should go straight there," Victoria said to Pogue. He nodded, "Oh god," Victoria gasped, looking blankly at the wall behind Pogue. As her mind raced, the candles that they had lit around the room, flared.

Pogue looked at her concerned, "What?" He asked reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder.

She looked at him, "We have to tell the guys," Pogue went a shade lighter.

"Look," He said facing her, Pogue put his other hand on her other arm. He looked her deep in the eye and Victoria felt suddenly calmer but at the same time she still had those irritating electric shocks shooting through her. "We are gonna go talk to my dad, and see what he says about all this. Then we will figure it all out... together. Ok?"

It seemed ridiculous, because this seemed to Victoria to be anything but alright, (she wasn't even sure she knew what was going on) but somehow when he said that to her, she knew he meant it. And more than anything she knew he would do everything he could to do that for her. To make it ok. She somehow knew that in her bones now, just like she knew the sky was blue. It was just fact.

"Alright," Victoria nodded and Pogue stepped aside and Victoria lead the way out of the basement.

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry for the delay in posting, hope you are still enjoying Unleashed. Much more to come! Please let me know if you have any comments! Thanks for reading, -Cat