Spike really didn't know how he felt about teleporting. He had his bike parked outside and that was always good to use when he was in a rush because it wasn't large and could move pretty damn fast, but he got the feeling that even that wouldn't be able to beat the teleporting bit to a location.
"Yeah," Spike said, rolling his eyes. "He went after him all on his lonesome. Didn't seem to want to wait for me to help." Which Spike felt bitter about, but he wasn't going to rant on about it just yet. They had a Slayer to visit, after all.