Who Am I?

My name is Dream. I am 17 years old, well... I look to be 17, I've lost count of how old I really am. I was cursed to stay immortal and trapped in my 17 year old body many century ago. I have witnessed more things than anyone should have to. But it's my fault. At 17, who would choose death at 18 over immortality? Oh well.
My dad left when I was 13, after he found out I was one of "them." My mom died when I was 16. See... My dad didn't like the idea that I wasn't mortal. Hypocrite... He's not either. I think he mostly didn't like the fact that I am part vampire. Actually, before I was killed at 11, I was full vampire, the kinda that can't do anything in the light and all that jazz. I was killed at 11 because, as a curious kid, I wandered to close to a ritual near a rival clan's castle. I was part of the nobility. I was resurected by the rival clan. They kept the rivalry between the adults, and felt very badly about injuring me, the only child, of my clan. Upon my resurection I was no longer full vampire. I retained many of the abilities, but lost the downsides. So in my blood flows the genetic makeup of a vampire.
I am now, however, a pixie. At 17 I was bitten by a lycan of the vampire/werewolf variety. A friend of mine told me to stay out of the sun for a day or so until I knew that it was safe. I had no idea that a bite from a lycan that did not break the skin could turn me into a full vampire again! Then the Devil appeared to me. He gave me a choice, telling me that at 18 I would die unless I allowed him to kill me then and turn me immortal. Well, I had died before, and decided that it wasn't so bad. However, this was different. He made it EXCRUCIATING! I had been lying in the dark in a clearing in a forest. Next thing I knew, I was being taken from the fire by the Devil. My clothes had turned into a neat flowly orange material. The only other difference physically was that my hair was slightly longer, darker and straighter. Well, and my eyes would grow dark occasionally and get a firey glow to them.
Turns out I had been turned into a pixie, a lady of fire. So while I am still genetically a vampire, my predominant traits are that of a pixie. Being a pixie sucks sometimes, because many full vampires and full faeries pick on me. Why? You may ask. Well, a pixie is a cross between a vampire and faeries. However, though I have been alive for many millenia, I do not know the extent of my abilities.
I have learned how to fight. Though I have an awful habit of cheating. I generally want to get out of a fight as fast as possible. I am very skilled with two handed fighting, one hand a sword, the other a dagger. I have skill as an archer as well. Though I am very good with most methods of fighting, since I have had a long time to practice.
I believe that is enough for now...