Every night of next week Gray and Natsu worked on restoring the old house. They worked at night and rested during the day. Eventually everyone except for Erza and Natsu wondered why Gray never came out during the day. He told him that he had a rare skin condition that made him very allergic to sunlight and other forms of solar energy. Both Laxus and Cana were suspicious of his response but neither one of them suspected him of being a vampire.

Whenever Gray became blood thirsty he'd go hunting for some immoral person to drain. He was always careful to decapitate the dead bodies and burn them so they would never become a vampire like him. An act of mercy if you will. Nevertheless it wasn't long before the authorities noticed the disappearing people and when it started showing up on the news Natsu began to get scared. Gray always assured him that the police would find nothing implicating either one of them so he had nothing to fear but that stop him from getting a little squeemish. But blood drinking aside, Natsu found Gray to be a very benevolent boss. He treated Natsu respectfully and paid him well for his services. He wasn't like the vampires he had seen in horror movies that was for sure.

By week's end the house was completely restored and Erza along with everyone else she lived with had moved in. They didn't have much to pack with them aside from their clothes and toiletries so it wasn't that difficult. The paintings that Erza had inherited were hung up in the old house giving it a very nostalgic feeling. It really was a remarkable place. None of them could ever recall ever seeing a house so magnificent.

"Welcome to the old house." Gray said to them when they all arrived.

"Wow." Erza said taking in the appearance of the glorious manner house. "This is amazing."

"I'm impressed." Laxus said. "You actually managed to fix up this dump."

Gray tightened his hand into a fist due to feeling cross with Laxus's words. He did not like the idea of someone not only insulting his childhood home but also the thing that his father worked his ass off to build.

"Laxus I would appreciate it if you would not say such insults. This house was built by our ancestor's father who worked his fingers to the bone to create. This house was his ultimate project, the very symbol of his strength and determination."

"I'm very sorry about that Gray." Erza said. "Laxus you really should think before you speak."

"I didn't mean any harm." Laxus said.

"Still watch your mouth." She then turned her attention to Romeo. "So what do you think of the place kiddo?"

"It's nice." The boy said. "It's exactly how Wendy described it."

"Romeo please, no one wants to hear about that." Laxus said.

"On the contrary." Gray said having his attention being caught by the name that Romeo mentioned. "Who exactly are you talking about Romeo?"

"It's no one." Lucy said. "He has an imaginary friend who he talks to. She doesn't exist."

"She does so!" Romeo argued. "Wendy is real and she told me that she used to live in this house."

"Her name is Wendy?" Gray asked.

"Yes that's her name. But only I can see her so no one else thinks she's real. No one except Juvia."

"Really? And what does Wendy look like?"

"She's a little girl with dark blue hair that she keeps in pigtails and she wears old clothes. Like the people in the paintings."

"And she talks to you?"

"All the time. She's my only friend."

"You would have more friends if you would stop talking to something that doesn't even exist." Laxus said.

"She does exist."

"Nobody believes you Romeo."

"As a matter of fact I do." Gray said.

"You can't be serious."

"I am."

"No offense but why would you believe the imagination of a child?"

"It's come to my understanding that sometimes children can see things that adults can't. If this girl exists and Romeo can see her while you all can't he must be a very gifted young man."

Romeo smiled. Happy that he found another person who believed him about his friend and didn't think that he was crazy.

"Now then on the topic of rooms I believe that Erza should have the master bedroom." Gray said.

"Why her?" Laxus asked.

"Well she's the matriarch of this family so I believe it's only fitting that she have the master bedroom."

"I'm flattered Gray but are you sure you want to have that room?" Erza said. "Technically speaking you are the master of the house."

"I would prefer to stay in the original Gray Fullbuster's room since I take after him so much. Besides the master bedroom has two windows and you know of my skin condition. I can't be touched by sunlight."

"Alright then. If you believe that's for the best."

He assigned rooms to each of them. Romeo would be staying in his sister's room while Laxus, Cana, and Lucy were all given the house guest rooms. Natsu was already staying in the room that belonged to Gray's brother as for Juvia he had a special room planned for her.

"You've done a wonderful job with the house Mr. Fullbuster." She said. "It's better than I hoped it would be."

"Thank you but there's no need for formalities Juvia." He told her. "We're going to be living together so Gray will just do."

"Alright. So where I can find the guest rooms?"

"Oh no you won't be staying in a guest room. I had one room in particular picked out for you. One that might intrigue you."

"Oh? What room is that?"

"Follow me."

They went up the stairs and down the hall to where the third door on the left was. Gray pulled a key from his pocket from his pocket and stuck it into the key hole of the door.

"You're going to be very surprised by this." He said turning the key. "I know I was."

After hearing the latch click as sign the the door was unlocked, Gray opened it and they walked inside the room. Like every other room in the house this one was styled off the 18th century but this one was so elegant and charming with glazed paneled walls, fine period antiques, and beautiful silks and damasks trimmed with rich passementerie. There was a hand carved wardrobe that was trimmed with gold and a vanity that held the prettiest mirror and had a silver brush set on it. Then there was the bed. It was a canopy bed with sheer curtains and a cream coverlet with floral print embroidered on it. It was by far the most beautiful bedroom that Juvia had ever seen.

"Did you find it this way?" She asked.

"Yes." Gray answered. "It's exactly how it must've been almost two hundred years ago."

"Oh it's so lovely."

She then took notice of the portrait hanging just above the fireplace mantle in the room. She was astonished to see that it was of a young woman who looked exactly like her in every way. Same eyes, same skin complexion, same hair color, there was only one difference between Juvia and the woman in the portrait. It was how they wore their hair. The woman in the portrait kept her hair tightly curled at the base while Juvia's hair was down in thick waves.

"It's what I wanted to show you." Gray said when he saw her staring at the portrait. "The resemblance is striking."

"It is." Juvia agreed. "Do you know who she is?"

"Her name was Juliette Daae. My namesake fell in love with her many years ago and she loved him just as much as he loved her."

"And this was her room?"

"Yes. My ancestor had it specially made for her."

"How romantic."

"They were engaged to be married until her untimely death shattered their dream."

"How did she die?"

"It was a tragic..." He felt sorrow well up inside of him but bit it back so he could speak. "Accident. She fell from a cliff not too far from here. It broke my...My ancestor's heart."

"How terrible."

"Her death was the final straw for my ancestor. After that he couldn't take it anymore."

"What do you mean by the final straw?"

He tried so hard not to let his sorrow overwhelm him. Talking about this, remembering all this hurt him so much.

"Before this tragedy occurred his father had perished in a shipwreck while away on business and shortly after that he lost his younger sister to an unknown illness. He might have been able to recover from losing his father and sister but not from losing her. Juliette was his reminder that even in the darkest of worlds there was always light so when she died life lost all meaning to him. He couldn't go on living without her."

"I'm so very sorry. How awful it must've been for him. But at least they were all reunited in heaven when he died."

"If only that could have happened." He whispered so lowly that she couldn't hear him.

"Are you sure you would like for me to stay in this room?" She asked. "It seems to have so much sentimental value to you and I'm not even a member of your family."

"Considering you look so much like Juliette I think it would be rather fitting if you stayed in this room. But if you'd rather stay in a different room I can arrange that."

"No. I like the room. Really I do I just hope you really don't mind me staying here."

"To be honest I can't picture anyone else staying in this room."

"If that's how you really feel then I'd love to have this room. Thank you very much for giving it to me."

"You're welcome. I do hope it's to your liking."

It's better than what I deserve."

"I beg to differ." He said with a smile. "I'll go now so you can unpack and settle in but if you need anything, anything at all. Don't hesitate to ask."

He went to the door of the bedroom and opened it to leave.

"Goodnight." She said.

"Goodnight." He said back before leaving.

Alone in her new room, Juvia sat down on the bed and looked back at the portrait. She wondered why she looked so much like this woman who didn't have any connection to her. At least as far as she knew.