Cam tossed a look over to Agnes. It was the look that said, 'you know that's never going to work because I know about your side business.' Still, they went through this every time and after she looked through it and asked her question. "Honestly, I would be happy with some kind of miracle answer that no one would have guessed because we just didn't see it, but I would settle for a bit of help otherwise." He answered her, his eyes looking at one of the photos. 

"I know you cater to an anamoly of supernaturals, and I wanted to know if you knew of any kinds thay could do this. It's got the coven baffled entirely. We thought, at first, this was work of vampires, but then we saw the pictures. And as much as.I would love to consult with the vampire elders, I simply cannot." He admitted, ruefully, "However, I do need to because I am sure one of them could tell us what can just suck the life out of a human."

He brought hos hand through his hair. It then occured to him. "Wait a minute." He said, looking through the files. "If I'm correct one victim didn't die," he said, and when he found it, he grumbled. "But they're in a mental institute."

He wanted to throw things, the animalistic rage wanting to set in, but he wouldn't allow it. He knew that foreign supernaturals had been migrating in lately, and he couldn't quite sift through all of them, so he needed a bit of an edge. Something to get him in the right direction, but what?