JENNIFER CLARKE

"VICE VERSA" SCOTLAND TRAVEL

It all happened one evening when vice's human was working late on a strange recipe and order she had received that morning with a note from a customer, left on the doorstep of her shop with specific details, ingredients and instructions on where to deliver, and the urgency of it. You see, Vice was a cake Baker. She loved the process, the decorating and enjoyment of baking. So, she put on her apron, washed her hands and read through thee ingredients and design....but a couple of things caught her eye....some of the ingredients involved, she never heard of before. Intrigued, she went and researched on the computer of what they were and where to get them. Some she had to travel to obtain, and visit some strange, weird, creepy places and out of the way shops that had a witchy vibe. Vice looked on the list of ingredients and the last one, can only be found underground of Edinburgh Scotland. Vice ventured underground late at night with flashlight in hand and the ingredients list and searched the underground vaults of Edinburgh, looking for the final piece of the cake puzzle. She entered a room that historians call "The plague room" where people with the plague were put to live out the last days of there lives. There in the corner was an old Teddy bear left by one of child victims of the plague died. She picked it up and examined it, noticing the back was hard. She carefully opened it, and inside was a very old vile of a red liquid that looked like blood.....very deep red blood, almost black. Feeling confident and certain she found the last of the ingrediants, Vice headed back to her bakery shop, and got to work, eager to put the cake together and to see what the final result would be. She worked well into the night, but she had to stop countless times as she kept hearing weird whispering every now and again. Finally, with everything done, and mixed and baked and decorated, Vice stood admiring the cake with so many questions going through her head when suddenly....the cake started to ooze from the top of the three tier cake, slowly dripping down what could only be described as blood on the pristine, white icing. The longer Vice looked at it, the more she felt like she was in a trance, and wanted to taste it. With the feeling overwhelming her, she got a knife and slowly cutting a small piece for herself, noticing that the inside looked like a dark, rich red velvet cake. She toom a bite, savouring the flavours she has never tasted before, until it suddenly became bitter. Vice tried to spit it out, but she couldn't, she felt like the cake had wrapped around her tongue as she had no choice but to swallow....then everything around her began to spin as she fell to the floor, gripping her head as she heard voice after whisper after laugh, then...everything started to quiet down. Vice felt different, more chaotic. She walked to the bathroom, but noticed her walk was different, like a confident strut. There she looked in the mirror, and loved what was staring back at her...Vice Versa was born!. She smiled and winked, then broke the mirror, grabbing the cake. Leaving the shop with a song and a dance to deliver the cake to the customer....but Vice wasn't going to let the cake go. She had other plans for the customer....