A/N: This is set in the year the TV show came out. So it's in 2009. Not 2017. I hope you all like it! The actress I have decided to play Dayana, is the actress Lisa Bonet, all credit to her, because I feel like she would be a great suit to the Character! She's amazing!

Credit to The CW for the show itself!

This is a reviewed version and revised version of the original I had writted. And the Story is mine. I originally posted it to

Dayana Sullivan

It had been a long time since I had lived in a small town. It was nice to be back, in the quiet and it's more relaxing than the big cities such as New York or Seattle, and I really enjoyed it. It had been hard for me, all my life, especially when I was diagnosed with a very rare disorder called Misophonia. It was the hatred of noises. Usually the cases referred to repetitive sounds, such as Slurping, typing, nail clipping and many more, but mine, mine was different.

Mine was turned into a weapon.

I was young when I was diagnosed with it. Maybe four or five, when I started to hit people when they made a noise I didn't like. Then after my mom left to do god knows what, I was left with my dad, who in return, conditioned me to react to any noise with violence. Now, with me being 20 and all, I could barely live a normal life, because the slightest loud noise, whether it was just talking in a pub, or the sound of a car going by, set me off in a violent episode.

That's what I called them anyway; Violent episodes. Basically, I would go stiff, and rigid for up to 10 seconds, before I would black out, and if.. yeah If... I came back from it. I wouldn't remember a thing. There was two ways to combat it, well three. I had those big headphones, it looks like the proper ones that people use to blasted music, Except mine, they blocked out any sound bar talking, which it made sound softer, so wearing them made it seem like everything was silent. Like an old black and white movie.

If I was to have a violent episode. Someone had just under 10 seconds to replace my headphones, which I wore constantly and having them off usually meant someone had stolen them or I had been knocked over, where I would then calm down by counting to ten, or... if I was already in the act of being in an episode... to put the headphones on and hold me as still as they could until the silence took over again, and I calmed.

The only problem was, the episodes drained me, leaving me needing to sleep more than others usually do, and not to mention the fact that I ended up looking like I was depressed or something, which really I wasn't. Maybe a little shy, but no, not depressed. Not even after what happened to me all those years ago.

Well... I guess now you know a bit about me. Maybe I should start somewhere along the lines of when I moved into Mystic Falls. Since you already know I was here, why not just start there. God, this is going to be so weird...

Mystic Falls, home to the Timberwolves, or so I heard anyway. I walked down the streets with a backpack on my back and a suitcase by my side. I didn't ever really have much stuff, I had lived with my father until a few days ago, where I had finally managed to secretly save enough money to grab my stuff and go. So here I was in Mystic Falls.

I had hated living in Seattle. It was too loud, too boisterous, not that I really managed to hear much of it anyway, or even see it. My father, he was a traditional man. He believed the woman should be housewives and that they should do as they were told. Not that I ever did, which resulted in a bout of beatings.

I looked down at the address that I had been given. I called around at first in secret, trying to find a place that would take me, but no one really would. That was until my very last call. Zach Salvatore, he sounded so sweet, he wanted to meet me first, before I moved in, just in case he didn't see me as fit to live with him. Which I understood, it happened, and I was just so happy that he was giving me the chance.

We had decided to meet in the town square, a sort of park like place. It was public, which I was okay with, I just hoped I would be able to hear him. Soon enough, I found the Grill too, and sat down on the bench in the square. This is where he asked me to meet him, so, setting my suitcase in front of my legs, I began to play with the hem of my shirt sleeves, where I was so graciously covering the dark, purple and some brand new bruises my dad had decided to leave me with the week before I left.

It had cost me a lot to get here. It took me nearly a 7 hour flight from Seattle to Mystic Falls, or the closest bloody airport I could find. That cost me about $200 - $300 just for that. Next up after that was the taxi ride here, which took a few more hours, and cost me around $90, and now all I had left was enough, hopefully, for my first rent.

I was utterly screwed until I could find a job. I just hoped Zach understood.

Someone sat down next to me and I glanced at them, seeing a scruffy looking man, with stubble, ruffled hair and these greeny blue eyes. "Mr. Salvatore?" I asked him and he nodded his head. "You must be Dayana?" I nodded my head too and gave him a smile as we shook hands. "Thank you so much for meeting me under these circumstances..." I stated and he just gave me a warm smile, making me feel relaxed for the first time since I arrived.

"It was nothing, you seemed to really need a place to stay and I just wanted to see if I could help." I kept playing with the hem of my sleeve and smiling. "So, You wanted to ask me a few things?" He nodded his head and looked to my headphones. "Oh, just ignore these, there's nothing playing, they're not music headphones..." I stated and he looked confused.

"Uhm..." I pursed my lips trying to explain. "This is something I figured you would need to know if I would be staying," I stated and he just watched me as I struggled to explain. "I have a rare disorder that causes hatred to sound, and well, over the years it got worse, to the point where I get violent episodes if I hear any form of loud noise." I explained, starting to feel nervous that he wouldn't take me in. "These are soundproof headphones, I never take them off, and my last... episode was... a month ago, but that was because someone stole them from me and then proceeded to yell at me.." I finished explaining and blew off some air.

No point in telling him it was my father that did it.

He nodded his head slowly. "Okay, well I'm glad you decided to let me know, that makes it easier to trust you." I smiled a little at him and he continued. "What I also need to know, is how old you are, whether you have a stable job to keep paying for rent, and if you like to throw parties or anything like that." I shook my head quickly.

"Oh god no, parties are not my thing." He laughed a little making me smile more. "I'm also 20, turned it recently, and as of now... I don't have a stable job, as I just dropped everything at home and came here, but I plan to find one as soon as I can and I hope I have enough for the first months rent.." I rambled and he gently touched my hand.

"Let me give you a lift over to my place, we can discuss more there."

My entire face just lit up in a grin, causing him to laugh, which just made me smile even more. "Oh my god, really?" He nodded his head and I hugged him quickly before realising and pulling back. "God. I'm sorry... I.. I just..." I took in a deep breath, a flush to my cheeks at how embarrassed I was feeling before I got up with him, where he took my suitcase and led me over to his car.

God I couldn't believe this was happening. Soon enough the 10 minute drive was over and we were pulling up in front of a very old but very beautiful looking house, one to which I just gazed at in awe as we got out the car. "Dayana, this way." I glanced over to him and noticed he had already got my suitcase, where I quickly headed to his side as he walked inside.

I stopped by the door and looked a little embarrassed. "Uh... Zach.. I'm so sorry to say this, but my father raised me to.. be invited in first... before walking into a home..." I gave a sheepish smile before noticing the slight change in his expression, as it went from looking shocked to back to normal, maybe even a little cold and hostile... strange. "Of course... Would you like a drink?" I nodded my head before he invited me inside and I headed in.

Manners were everything to a house wife.

We both headed into the kitchen and I saw how big it was. "What would you like?" I heard Zach say before I smiled again. "Could I have a hot cocoa please, sir." I asked him and he looked a little shocked. "Please, call me Zach." I nodded my head and mentally cursed myself. I was supposed to be trying to get over the fact I called people sir.

"So, your father raised you to be polite?" He asked and I watched as me made my cocoa before adding in a clear liquid. Hmm, wonder what that could be... "Yeah," I answered finally, smiling as he set it in front of me. "He taught me how to cook, clean, make a meal for more than one person, say sir to the men and ma'am to the women, and be very polite..." I looked a bit sad at that before taking my drink, sipping it.

"Mmh, that herb you put in tastes amazing with Cocoa, what was it?" I asked and he smiled, looking a lot happier since I have drank. That was strange. "It's vervain, it's not very common but I grow my own source, it's really nice when you use it for drinks, but it only works with some, and not everyone likes it very much, a lot like my Nephews.." he stated and I couldn't help but smile more.

"Well, I hope I will be able to incorporate it into my cooking, It would be nice to experiment with a new herb every now and then, and if I see your nephews, then I will make sure I don't make them a meal with it in." I stated and he chuckled a bit. "You're odd, but you're fun." he stated making me laugh. "I am very odd, it comes out when I'm actually comfortable around people, and it's not very often I actually talk to someone."

I set my cup down and played with my sleeves again where Zach stood next to me and took my hands. "What's the matter?" I looked into his eyes to see him looking back, concern evident in his features. "It's nothing," I tried to pull my arms back, which he allowed me to do but he touched my shoulder instead.

"Dayana," I swallowed dryly and answered him. "My father, it's nothing, please don't make me talk about it." I stated, feeling tears well up before falling freely. Zach wiped them away and nodded his head, letting it slide. "You did the right thing, getting away from him then..." he stated before smiling kindly at me.

"You can stay, I promise. I will make sure you can," he stated and I smiled despite my tears. "I don't have much money left, It took most of what I had getting here from Seattle." I stated and wiped my eyes with my shirt, sniffling a little. Zach just smiled and I took up my mug again. "How much do you have?" he asked and I shrugged before thinking and replying. "Maybe, $150."

Zach stayed silent for a moment, looking like he was working something out in his head before he nodded. "It will pay for your room, and groceries that we will need, that will also include the stuff used to clean your laundry... So that would be $75 a month." he stated and I stared at him open mouthed.

I put my cup down and practically tackled him into a hug, which he laughed and just hugged me back.

"Welcome to the boarding house, Dayana."