Tragic tale of a kid

As I child I was told to never go outside by my "mom" because she said it'd kill me. I listened as I grew to the age of 6 I noticed Id break into a hot sweet at the most unathletic events ever and even during winter,my head would smoke he he...And as I progressed to eight it got worse one day I awoke to a charred barren land around me that turned out to be my house, I was just lucky my pajamas were flame,heat,smoke,sun, and light retardant (Thanks mom) I thought..... As My skin began to sizzle a bit, seeing as it was morning I noticed a man in a huge brown cloak. It turns out that man was my father and my "mother" really was my mother and I was an eighth of a vampire (still am) and he was a vampire hunter which is obviously why they split up. He explained to me that he always watched over my mother and I....It just turns out the fire was instant and huge....He says it was a wonder I was still alive.As I hit ten I began to control that burning heat inside (Cold showers helped....XD) and it was quite kafka esc that I developed my fathers expertice in solar/light energy. I soon left the house after that at tweleve and ran into a strange white wolf......As I raised my sword to off her for food. to my suprise I was struck down in an instant.We soon fought to the death and unfortunately are fight was cut short by our physical limitations. But she decided to join me in my quest to live a fun life and somehow we ended up here........