Hello people of Fanfiction i havent wrote wrote in FOREVER im sorry high school sucks eggs BUT I come now with an amazing if i do say so myself Co-Author story written by myself and the lovely Sophia Rose Barnes see her here u/3472014/Sophia-Rose-Barnes and telling you a head of time should you wish to follow Sarrah and Ezra to the end of thier story you should know the story will be split into two halfs on bot of our accounts in the mean time I hope you enjoy this ride
-the Veryconfused girl
Disclaimer I do not own the nightworld LJ smith does, and I Do not own Ezra he Belongs to Soph but I own SARRAH YAY ME :) )
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Prologue
Ezra's POV
Here we are...fifty years together and I still love you as though it was yesterday. Fifty years I never thought we'd have. I sit beside you staring at you. Our grandchildren run around us happily. Our children and their soulmates talk happily watching us hoping to seem like us one day. We've been through hell and back. And now here we are. Both of us sick, both of us dying. But, the love is still there as pure as it's always been.
I caress your cheek and hug you close."I love you, Sarrah."Sarrah's POVWow. That's the extent to what I can say. I have been so blessed ever since Ezra came into my life. Thanks to him I have been able to do what I'd always been told was impossible to me, Live a normal life. He is a man who has saved me on more occasions than I can possibly name off. A man who has blessed me with so much, who loves me and everything about me. A life time later all I can say is i don't think that there is another more lucky than myself a perfect husband a few kids some grandkids and great grandkids on the way, we're living the dream of a lifetime. I only wish that our next cycle, if we don't exist in the goddesses meadow is just as bountiful. Ezra's POV
"Dad, why are we here today? Not that I don't love seeing you guys, but...we're supposed to be out having a good time not sitting at home." Kaedyn, our oldest, asked.
"Well, Kayd, your mother and I have been together a long time. And it's time you guys hear the story of how we got together. And understand why we're doing this today."
"Daddy, is this another speech about you dying?" Jayleen asked.
"The time's coming. But, before I hand you guys the copy of the will, we wanted to sit down and talk to you guys. Tell you the entire story so you know what miracles you all are." I stated smiling at them all.
Ezekiel sighed sadly, "I'm sorry, Dad, but can't we do this some other time? It's your birthday."
"That's exactly why we have to do it today."
Sarrah's POV"Your father's right. If there's one thing that all of you need to learn is that you never do know how much time you have here on this plain of existence. You need to make the most out of the time you have here and work towards happiness you don't want to waste the precious gift that you have," I said, I'm sure memories flashed across my face for Ezra and maybe Jayleen, and Luna to see as they can see things other people can't in out emotions like my late mother. "It's important to know your past and to understand how much your father and I love you. And honestly its a pretty cool story you'll all be glad you know afterwards." I said thinking of the old comercails for how they all find the littlest things amazing. They don't have anything on us. I chuckle at that thought. Ezra's POVI chuckle at Sarrah's thoughts."POPPOP!" Joseph, one of the younger grandchildren called, "TELL US!"I chuckled at his enthusiasm. He always did love a good story. I picked him up and put him on my lap, Melody running up and climbing into Sarrah's lap."Well, it all started..."
Chapter One
Sarrah's Pov
My birth was considered a miracle, but to me it was really a curse. Im serious about that actually. I was cursed way far back before even my father was born, with a bloodline curse that said that no female shall be born into the bloodline unless they were only drones like bees in a hive. My birth was premature and almost killed my mother in the process. Since then I have always been sickly, from a kid till now. I was on more medicines than I can count before I was three years of age. Things like Steroid shots to strengthen my immune system, to inhalers, to things I can't even remember what they were for. I would always need surgeries to fix internal problems; that's one reason my middles all scared up. The grandkids ask me about my scars all the time and the surgeries were one cause and there are others we'll get into later.
I grew up mostly normal in the Daybreak Mansion in Las Vegas ,Nevada. Daybreak was and still is founded in the hopes of protecting and savoring the balance between the Night Worlders, being vampires, witches and shapeshifters, and the Humans. I am mostly witch with a part shapeshifter, but I can't tap into my powers of shiftingcompletely due to the curse as well and my lack of energy from being sick makes it hard for me to do some magics due to the personal energies it takes to complete the spells.
I had always known I was the weird kid out which wasn't directly related to being a different species of person.I grew up with no real friends , other then Auntie Ember, throughout my elementary school life. I was ostracized due to my illnesses and kids ran from me like I was a walking corpse. Saying that they'd catch my asthma or other things wrong at the times. What I really wanted was what all kids want, companionship and understanding. My parents loved me to death and would do anything to make me happy and safe, but they didn't completely get me either. My Dad, Grandpa Blain loved me to pieces and would always play and entertain me and cook for me. He was an amazing cook . Which was weird with his personality. I remember he always used to hold me and try to make all my pain go away he was there for me through everything. He was a big kid himself most of the time. Had a super flexible high paying job at daybreak so he could be with me all the time. Mom, aka Grammy Jay wasn't around all that much when I was growing up I don't blame her for it she had a hard job and school to deal with. She had her own syc practice and she built it all on her own she came to Daybreak with nothing and worked her way to respectable rich doctor with only help from Grandpa really being some money because when you're married you share everything anyway and Grandpa was pretty rich. Grandma was there when I really needed her and took good care of me she just wasn't the stay at home mom type, That was Grandpa.
I did something back then, when I was looking for acceptance ,hoping that by being popular I would be accepted that I shouldn't have. I gave myself away to a boy who wasn't worth my time much less what I gave him. I didn't know how precious it was then .
I grew and learned the craft in hopes that I could live up to the minimal expectations that were expected of me. I wasn't supposed to live past 6 let alone now. So the expectations were pretty low, however I was supposed to do the best I could with what I had . I was expected to get good grades and If I lived past graduation to move down here and take over my grandmother's store, which I have. I wasn't expected to ever get married, or at least I never thought I would. I was content to live that way and write fanfiction with my free time that I wasn't in school activities. Writing is something that carries over even to now. I may not be writing Romcoms but I still write when I need to get my feelings acrossed
In my preteen life I got into sports and athletics, I was pretty good, too. I had to carry my inhaler with me all the time at events but I was still active and having fun running and the around. I always thought it was funny how closely Uncle Ty resembled grandpa Blain and he had none of his athleticism. I got that somehow my love of being active. I used to run and play and all that. I was really into dance and Volleyball. My dream then was maybe I would be worthy of living if I could make the team maybe just maybe I could be something this time. Through all that I met one new friend, someone today you all know as Auntie Ella.
Ezra's POV:
My life...what can I say? it started out as a terrible life. One filled with nothing, but turmoil. My mom was a crack whore who left my father who was an abusive asshole. She actually sold me a few times for her drugs and left me in random places while she went and got laid and high. When I was eight my dad found her sued for custody and beat her in the custody battle. I moved in with him thinking this was going to be it. This was going to be my chance at a real life.
But, no, life was just about to get worse. Dad just wanted me so he didn't have to pay child support. My little sister, your Aunt Ella, had been his little sex toy for five years while my mom ran off with me. Once I was able to fight against him I did and protected your Aunt Ella as much as I could. When I turned twelve I swore I'd turn him into the authorities unless he sent Ella to live in foster care. Dad beat me every chance he got. I was never good enough and so I stopped trying. The only real friend I had was Pongo, the Goddess rest his soul. I found him in the woods behind my house. He was fighting for his life against a coyote. He was abandoned by his mother and I felt a kinship with him. I had to save him. And he was my right hand man for years.
Ella was constantly in and out of foster care. My dad didn't take my threats seriously and the courts never understood why she was there. But, I had to fight for her. What else was I supposed to do? I took care of her and I guess I was overprotective for the most part. Who else would against that pedophile?
I also had a job at a music store for a while. Not that I needed the money, I just didn't want to be home. And I always made sure I snuck in after my dad had his last glass of whisky and went to bed. It was a cool place to work for the most part. And I'd do it again if I could.
I had four friends who became my best friends, you guys know them, they were my bandmates all those years ago. But, they didn't know for a long time that I was cutting myself or that I was being beaten, or that I was thinking about suicide constantly. I met most of them at school, and they were pretty badass for the most part. We didn't care about each other as much at first, we were just five lonely kids/preteens/teenagers getting high together at the park. Ryan, the pretty boy in our group, he was the one who found out that I could play. He came to my house and caught me wailing. It was funny, even Brandon, who I considered my best friend, didn't even know. And finally Ryan told all the guys and um, we started talking about it some more until we got to about fourteen when we realized we could all play something. We didn't think we'd get as big as we got as fast as we did, but it was worth it. They were my best friends.
When the band was formed in Luke's shitty basement, that's when I first felt real happiness. That's what it always was for us. It was about the music, about forgetting our lives for a minute. We weren't in it for the fame or glory. We weren't in it for the money and groupies. We were in it for us. We did it because it was our passion. I was rich when I was a kid, but I wasn't happy. Money doesn't equal happiness. What matters in the end is that you're happy and doing what you love.