About Leila

by Elizabeth Reeve
12 pages / 3000 words
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When college student Megan hits the library, she's looking for sources for a paper on Carmilla, an early vampire story. But in gorgeous librarian Leila, she finds much, much more. It's no surprise that Leila haunts Megan's dreams, but as her fantasies heat up, she begins to wonder -- is Leila really who she seems to be?

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I had assumed that Lesbians in Literature would be an easy A. I'm a lesbian, I like to read, and I needed another humanities course to fill the last of my general education requirements. But after spending three nights in a row at the library trying to find sources for my term paper, I was starting to wish I had chosen a different class.

I was staring at the catalog search screen for the fiftieth time, trying to figure out where I'd gone wrong with my keywords, when I heard a soft, husky voice. "You look like you need help."

I looked up. There was a woman standing behind me, with one eyebrow raised. She had gorgeous blonde hair hanging in soft, shiny waves down past her shoulders. When I was a kid, I had desperately wished I was blonde, but my mother never let me bleach my hair. I finally tried it my first year of college, and discovered that I actually preferred myself as a brunette. Turns out I didn't want to be blonde so much as I wanted to sleep with blondes. I still haven't brought that one up with Mom yet.

I realized I was staring. "I'm sorry," I stammered. "You startled me. I thought I was alone up here."

"The library's never really empty," she said mildly. Her lips quirked at one corner, like her eyebrow. "What are you looking for?"

"Vampires." Both her eyebrows were raised now, and I blushed, quickly adding, "I mean, vampire stories. And analysis. I'm doing a paper for a class, on Carmilla, by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu. Do you know it?"

"Ah, Carmilla. Of course." The woman nodded, and leaned past me to use the keyboard, her body curving around mine. Her perfume surrounded me, something exotic and floral with just a hint of musk, and one thick lock of her hair tumbled down over her shoulder and brushed the side of my face. I closed my eyes and breathed her in deeply, as though her scent could fill my body.