A/N: I forgot to add a scent to Paul's chapter. And to make it easier I'll just remind you of everyone's scent.

Garrett – Licorice

Peter – Peanut butter

Jasper – Nougat

Paul – Dark chocolate

*This chapter is to explain the weird workings and meanings behind the potion and her dreams. Hope it make sense

* I almost posted this yesterday but got distracted and spent two hours on YouTube watching Ed Westwick say "I'm Chuck Bass"

All recognizable characters and situations belong to S.M

Chapter 5

Zatoria (again)

I wasn't even remotely surprised when I opened my eyes and found myself back inside of Eclipse.

The shop looked exactly the same as it had the last time I saw it; the walls were still covered in floor to ceiling shelves, filled with jars and bottles with suspicious looking contents, and I still expected Mr. Ollivander to pop up, but at the same time everything was completely different.

I couldn't put my finger on how exactly. Maybe it was just me? Maybe I was the one who had changed?

With a mental headshake and an exaggerated eye roll I answered my own question.

Of course I was different. Meeting my four dream lovers had irrevocably changed me.

The familiar incense smoke reached my nose it felt like a punch to the gut. The scent of licorice, peanut butter, nougat and dark chocolate made my head spin and my heart felt as if someone wrapped a steel wire tightly around it.

My throat constricted painfully and I couldn't breathe.

I wanted to cry, scream and trash everything in the shop, but most of all I wanted to kick the ever-loving shit out of that witch Zatoria. She was as bad as that pink freak show in Harry Potter, if not worse. Dolores Umbridge never pretended she was anything but a power-hungry, people-hating, judgmental, tasteless, sadistic bitch. Yeah, she was a horrible human being, but at least she didn't try to hide it.

My eyes darted around the store, searching for Zatoria but conveniently, the source of my anger was nowhere to be found.

The place might be empty, but it didn't feel deserted, so I suspected that she hadn't been gone for long, and probably would soon return.

It didn't matter either way, I thought as I walked further into the store, I would wait. Forever if that was how long it took to get some fucking answers.

After strolling around a couple of minutes, looking for places a person of undefinable size could fit inside of, I reached the register and what I saw made me come to a stumbling halt.

There, behind the glass counter, was the large oak armoire where she kept the bottles of Sweet Dreams, and the doors were wide opened.

I couldn't believe my luck. Not only did I have the solution to my heartache within my grasp, but I wouldn't have to deal with the Wicked Witch of the goddamn World to get it.

The fact that I was in a dream, making it impossible to keep the bottle even if I found the right one, had completely escaped my mind as I skipped up to the large cabinet and scanned the contents eagerly.

None of the bottles looked exactly like the one I wanted. They were either too big, or too small. Too blue, purple or pink. The ones that matched in size and color were the wrong shape.

A few minutes later, after thoroughly searching the armoire, I noticed something on the bottom shelf.

The bottle was hidden way back in a corner, behind a couple of weird smelling jars. I held my breath to keep from inhaling the nasty stench and grabbed what I hoped would be the right potion.

Perhaps the glass bottle was a little more oval than round, and maybe the colors shifted more between green orange and red, than blue, purple and pink, and possibly just a smidge too big for me to completely close my hand around.

But it was similar enough, and I was desperate.

Hoping that, if I drank some of Sweet Dreams while sleeping, it would work the same as when I was awake. Except instead of falling asleep I'd step through a flashy dimensional portal and end up where I was supposed to be.

Taking a deep breath I squeezed my eyes shut, "Here goes nothing," I muttered to myself as I unscrewed the cork and got ready to dribble a few drops on my tongue.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the sound of her voice took me by surprise, and a red film of rage covered my eyes.

"Like I'd ever take your advice again," I sneered, through a haze of anger and pain.

Everything hurt. My heart felt shredded and my insides bled. I wrapped my arms tightly around my torso, still clutching the bottle in my hand, and turned to face the reason behind my heartache. "What am I doing here?" I hissed, looking straight into her strange lavender eyes, "Did you bring me back just to gloat? Well, have at it. You ruined my life, I hope you're happy."

She chuckled and I wanted to punch her teeth out. "Well, aren't you the drama queen."

"Fuck you and the broomstick you rode in on," I spat and brought the potion to my lips. "I'm going to drink it, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

"By all means," her ever present chuckle turned into s snort. "A fair warning though, I'm almost positive that one will give you anal warts."

My eyes widened as I let go of the bottle and jumped back several steps. I watched as it dropped to the floor and shattered.

Fat tears trickled down my cheeks and my knees buckled. The crushing weight of defeat pushed me down to the ground. Loud sobs wrecked through my body. "I'll never see them again," I whispered brokenly, finally admitting the truth to myself.

"Oh, hush," Zatoria scoffed at me. "Such theatrics. If you had listened to me from the start you wouldn't be in this mess right now," I glared at her through my tears. "You kids never listen, do you?"

"How dare you?" I spat. "Do you even have one emphatic bone in your body? I'm in pain! Can't you see that, you bitch?"

"Ah, ah, ah," she wagged her finger at me, her freakishly long nails looking like mini daggers. "I believe the word you're looking for is witch," she chuckled. "But I prefer the more politically correct term 'magically inclined'"

While struggling to get up I contemplated all the ways I could make her pay for what she put me through. I wanted to wake up, and considered trying to pinch myself to make it happen.

"The potion will last until it's time for you to make a choice," she looked at me expectantly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" the pinching idea started looking better and better.

She rolled her eyes at me, "I knew you wouldn't remember, but that is what I told you the last time you were here. 'The potion will last until it's time for you to make a choice,'" she repeated, slower this time.

"What does that even mean?" I asked exasperatedly.

"It means," she looked at me as if I was stupid. "That the potion lasts until it's time for you to make achoice."

"Make a choice…?" I asked incredulously. I felt as if my mind was filled with cotton, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get her words to make sense.

"For crying out loud," Zatoria huffed and threw her arms in the air. "Kids today, I swear… It's the internet. It ruins their minds." She put her hands on her hips, annoyance and impatience radiating from her every pore. "I'm going to explain this to you once, and I suggest you pay attention."

I didn't want to pay attention, I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be at home. In my bed. In a dreamless sleep and never wake up again. I winced at the direction my thoughts were headed. She was right, I was acting like a drama queen. I hesitated but decided there was no harm in hearing her out. "I'm listening."

"First of all; you didn't actually meet them. Your spirit, your soul, sought out theirs. They haven't dreamt about you," she chuckled. "Heck, three of them can't even sleep." I cocked a brow, but Zatoria merely waved off my unspoken question. "Never mind that now. Second of all," she continued without missing a beat, "All four of them are your potential soulmates and if you had made different choices in your life you would've run in to them eventually."

She narrowed her eyes at me, making it clear who she thought was to blame. I rolled my eyes, refusing to feel guilty, and tried to push back the blossoming hope. "So… What does that mean?" I parroted. I sounded like an idiot, but I wanted to be sure, a hundred present sure that she was saying, what I thought she was saying. "You men… They're real?" tears pricked at my eyes, this time from the happiness I started allow myself to feel.

"Yes, sweetheart," she chuckled softly. "They're very much real."

My heart felt as if it was trying to beat itself out of my chest. I slowed my breathing to calm myself enough to get more answers. "If they're all my soulmates…?" I frowned. The question was at the tip of my tongue, but I struggled with getting the words out.

"You're worried about what happens to the ones left behind?" Zatoria suggested.

"Yes…I mean… I would never…. I couldn't…" Their familiar faces flashed before my eyes. One more than the others. "There's no way I could choose between them."

"Oh my sweet Bella," Zatoria chided me softly, as if talking to a child. "You already made your choice."

I tried to deny it with a shake of my head, but she ignored me. "When you meet your true soulmate the claim you have on the others will weaken and possibly fade to nothing."

My brows disappeared underneath my bangs, I didn't like the sound of that at all. "Possibly? What do you mean, possibly?"

"Relax," she chuckled, and I was back to wanting to beat her face in. "They will not feel as strongly for you as they would if you had chosen them. They might feel an attraction, even a small infatuation, but nothing close to what the could've felt."

Relief flooded me with such force I staggered before pulling myself together. I cared about all four of them and couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting.

Now I only had one question left, the most important one, "I-I can have him?" I asked with a small voice.

"Yes my dear Bella," Zatoria's voice was thick with emotions, as if this meant as much to her as it did to me. "Just remember, what is not familiar to his eyes, his heart and soul will recognize."

"How can I find him?"

"Just follow your heart," Zatoria smiled, as if it would make sense.

Strangely, it did. Because suddenly I knew exactly where I had to go. I just needed to shake the lingering suspicion that she was somehow playing me. "Why should I trust you?"

"What other choice do you have?"

She had me there.

"Now go," she grinned and ushered me out the door, "get your man."

When I woke up the next morning, for the first time for as long as I could remember, I had a smile on my face.

Jumping out of bed I ran to the closet to grab my luggage. I had packing to do, phone calls to make. I stopped for a second to take it all in, a grin spread across my face, so wide it made my cheeks hurt.

I was going to take Zatoria's advice one last time. I was going to find my soulmate.

A/N: I hope that cleared everything up (probably not, because I kinda confused myself while writing this) and answered any question you might have. If not, ask and I'll try to answer.

Next up: Bella makes her choice.