More Cattle Dead, Operative Missing!

submitted by Ercon Vogian

Polk: Law enforcement officials here are puzzling over the disappearance of an undercover operative sent into Des Moines to investigate a series of bizarre bovine killings (see: Vampire Cult Plagues Polk County, July, 1997, vol.4, Issue #7). The operative, whose name was withheld, filed a report some two weeks ago. He has not been seen or heard.

     "We don't know what to make of it." said Polk County Sheriff Deputy Orvil Putter. "We sent him in and all seemed fine. We got reports and he came to the office regularly, then all of a sudden, poof, he's gone." When the operative was last seen, he said he might have some solid leads in the case. "He said he was going to a midnight party with the woman he had met at Cafe Noir."

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The mausoleum where a vampire cult reads its bloodthirsty poetry.
     Collegues said that the operative seemed a bit odd the last time he came into the office. He was reported to be wearing black from head to toe and had on blue oval sunglasses. "He really looked weird," said Sadie Bhalcrusier, a routing clerk. "Came in just after sundown, he did. Walked kind of oddly; kinda slow and deliberate. He was really pale. It was almost like he was high. Not the person I thought I knew."

     "All we have to go on is his last report," said Putter. "He sent us a tape. Just him rambling on about poetry, blood, and multiple orgasms."

     Here is a transcript of the taped message:

     "I think I am getting really deep now, really into the cover. I have met so many cool people. They have such profound ideas. Jane is a gas. I go over to her place almost everyday. I play my part. I am not sure where the limits are. She showed me some neat tricks. Damn, she is into sex. Never thought I could fuck for four hours. Probably shouldn't talk about that. She does this thing with her...uhh...

     I think I have found the hidden plane into my soul, the place where I can find the meaning I have been searching for. Pusca says the gateway is found through a multiorgasmic experience where time and space collapse into a deafening roar. Pusca is my pet name for Jane. Sometimes I think my head is going to explode, blow open wide, revealing all thoughts, all impulses, all my yearnings. I have found that I can have three, four, or even five orgasms without losing my erection. Pusca says it is my life force yearning for freedom.

     I think I am getting close to the case, close to its essence. The essence. The case. Leads. Yeah, leads. Orvil, have you ever come so many times that you have no ejaculation? It feels so good it is almost painful...no, uh...I think I know who might be involved in the cult. I have been to many "pocomedy" readings. Cool people. Deep people. Dark people.

     Orvil, have you ever thought about your blood? I mean really thought about it? I have. I look at it coursing through my veins. So blue through my skin. Did you know that a hard-on is really just a whole lot of blood? Yeah. Blood. Anyway, I think I have leads. The group is going to have a party. A big party. Midnight, late, the bewitching hour. I hope to find more leads, yeah leads into the case. Leads into my soul. Yeah...leads.

     It's been a long time since I've seen the sun. I get up late, keep the blinds closed. I read poetry, take in a few avante garde movies, eat good bread and cheese. I drink a lot of Milshkoo Blut Red Ale. Doing my own testing. Yeah. Good stuff. Looks good in the glass...seems to soothe my spirit. At night, I can hear everything. Orvil, do you know what raccoons sound like when they fuck. I do....

     I hope to come in soon, sometime, maybe. Could you put my check into my account at the bank? The hours that they are open are way too early for me. That would be cool. I got leads, man. Great leads! I am starting to write my own poetry. It is not much, but hey it is mine. Pusca says I am finding my true voice. Yeah. My voice.... and Pusca is my inspiration.

     Orvil, do you like the darkness? I don't mean that sorta darkness like you get in the city. I mean true darkness. Darkness with only the light of the moon. Did you know that blood looks black in the moon light? Orvil, ever fuck in the moonlight?

     Says Putter, "I think he's gone off the freakin' deep end. We are thinking of organizing an op with the Des Moines Police Department and then raiding Cafe Noir with some big assed lights. If he's out there we'll find him, even if we have to toss every freako hangout in that God forsaken city."

     As for the ongoing rash of cattle killings, 12 more carcasses have be found in outlying rural areas. In each case, the cattle died as a result of extreme blood loss though no blood is found at the scene. Officers investigating the area have found footsteps leading to the site, but not away. In addition, a disturbing report of vandalism to a concrete cow outside Ardeson Dairy in Des Moines alledges someone attempted to bite through the replica cow's neck. Police reported finding human blood, saliva, and tooth fragments.

     Local stores have seen an increase in garlic sales and most garden shops are reporting a shortage of common wood stakes. Many farmers have taken to hanging garlands of garlic around their cows neck to ward of further mysterious bovine losses.

        

    





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